Title: Boy-Who-Lived: Father-To-Be

Author: SweetMercy

Rating: M

Warnings: mpreg, slash, may have small references to HBP, has naughty swear words!

Pairings: RL/HP but has references to others

Chapter 18: It's a Werewolf Thing

For the whole of the weekend Harry locked himself in his rooms and refused to come out; he didn't even let Ron and Hermione in. He ate alone, took care of the babies alone, and wallowed in self pity alone. The Gryffindor's had been knocking on his door constantly and his friends were begging him to let them in; even Remus came up three times a day to try and talk to Harry - (Harry presumed that Remus must have had a change of heart). But Harry remained just as stubborn as ever. As long as he had the triplets, he didn't need anyone else. He could do fine without them all.

Hermione, Remus, and Mcgonagall had all threatened to use magic to force their way in and had actually tried but it was no use. Harry had placed quite a few advanced locking charms on the door (as well as pushing the sofa behind it) and no one but a powerful wizard was going to get through.

But as Harry sat back in the armchair, listening to the feeble attempts of his peers at the door, he had to congratulate himself. He hadn't thought he would be able to pull off such powerful magic but he had been so hurt by what had happened with Remus that his power had had something much like a power surge again and this had given him the magic he needed to perform the spells. He was actually kind of worried that he might not be able to undo the spells and get out but had decided he would cross that bridge when the time came.

He had a strong feeling that Dumbledore would be able to break through the barriers no problem, but was giving Harry time to sort his thoughts and feelings out. It wouldn't do any good to just force Harry out after all, and for this Harry was grateful.

Harry pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around his knees. Being alone wasn't exactly doing him any good; with no one to talk to, with nothing to distract him, all his mind was able to do was replay the words Remus had yelled again and again, driving Harry mad. Every time he heard them he had the urge to just blow something up and scream. And it didn't help, either, that Remus himself was outside the door pleading for Harry to let him in. Remus had had his chance to make up with Harry but had blown it so why should he let him in?

Tears trickled down his cheeks as he stared at the crackling fire. Last week he had thought he had everything he could want; supportive friends, three wonderful new born babies, and a lover – someone to share everything with, someone who would be there for him through thick and thin. But now it was gone. He didn't want to talk to his friends, the babies were driving him crazy with there constant screaming and need for attention, and he would never have Remus by his side again.

He looked over at the door as the knocking got louder and Hermione's voice rang out. She seemed to be losing patience with him again. Harry turned his gaze back to the fire and a small scream escaped him.

"Sirius?"

The flames had just turned emerald green and a figure had come spinning out of them. Sirius straightened up, brushing ash from his robes and stepped forwards.

"You forgot to block the fireplace," he said casually as his eyes travelled over the sofa which stood firmly behind the door. He waved his wand and the sofa zoomed back into place.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked sharply. "In case you haven't noticed, I want to be alone – hence, the door."

"I know," he said, seating himself on the sofa. "Hermione told me you had locked yourself in and were refusing to come out."

"Exactly," said Harry. "So that doesn't mean you can just come barging in here through my fireplace."

"A fireplace you forgot to block," Sirius pointed out again and Harry glared at him.

"What do you want?" he asked shortly, folding his arms and looking away.

"Just to talk," he said, "That's all."

"I don't see what there is for us to talk about," said Harry, "So if you'd just be on your way, I can get back to…"

"Oh, there's plenty to talk about," Sirius cut across him.

"If you're here to have a go at me and tell me how inappropriate it was for me to sleep with Remus then you're wasting your breath!"

"In fact," said Sirius, "I was going to say I don't have a problem with you and Remus being together."

This caught Harry's attention and he turned back to look at him slowly. Sirius looked back at him as though they had just been discussing something as normal as the weather.

"How can you not have a problem with it?" asked Harry. "He's my teacher, he's your best friend, and he got me pregnant when I was 16. Most people would think that is cause to have a problem."

"But I'm not 'most people'," said Sirius simply. "I'm Sirius Black."

Quite suddenly, Harry burst into tears.

"Oh, Harry," said Sirius, obviously shocked by this sudden outburst. He got up and squeezed into the armchair with Harry, who wriggled about so he was sat on Sirius's knee and embraced him in a tight, comforting hug. "It's ok, I'm here for you."

"I've messed up big time," he sobbed into his shoulder. "He's hates me. He wants nothing to do with me anymore."

"He's the father, right?" he asked. Harry nodded.

"But he doesn't know he is," Harry sniffed. "I told him it was you."

"You told him I was…why?"

"Because he was mad," Harry explained. "And he was saying all this stuff about why he's had such a crappy life and he said that I had no right to be upset about my mum and dad and…"

"What?" said Sirius angrily. "He actually said that?"

"Words to that effect," said Harry, wiping his eyes. "He said I had never known them so I shouldn't miss them."

"That son of a bitch!"

"He apologised for it," Harry told him, "But by that time all I wanted to do was hurt him so I told him you were the father."

"What did he say?" asked Sirius, trying to keep his voice level. Harry shrugged.

"I walked out and I haven't seen him since. He's been trying to get me out of my room though; he wants to talk."

"I can't believe he would say something like that," said Sirius shaking his head. He ran a comforting hand in circles on Harry's back slowly and Harry wiped at his eyes again.

"Did you two fall out because of…me?" asked Sirius awkwardly after a few moments.

Harry shook his head. "We fell out because of Remus," he said. "He's just too stubborn and too jealous to listen." And then he added, "And me. It was my fault for not telling him sooner, but I apologised for that! He's just being a big stupid head."

"I shouldn't have told him about us," muttered Sirius. "I didn't think he would take it this way."

"You didn't know we were together," said Harry. "It's not your fault at all. You needed to talk about it and, naturally, you turned to your best friend."

"I didn't think my best friend was such a dick." Silence fell in the room. All that could be heard was the crackling of the flames; the knocking on the door had stopped, his friends having given up hope of getting him to open the door.

"Were you and Remus in love?" Sirius asked after a while, looking down at Harry who had now dried his eyes.

"Yes," he said quietly. "Still are."

"Well, can't you work something out then?"

"You really want us to be together?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"To be honest," he sighed, "I'd prefer it if you weren't. It's like you said before; he's your teacher and he's 20 years older than you…I really doubt Lily and James would be jumping for joy…but you were happy. You both were, there's no denying that, and God knows you've both been through more than your fair share of hardship; you guys deserve a chance to be happy. I guess I'll just have to learn to deal with it."

"You're the best Godfather anyone could possibly wish for," smiled Harry as he pulled Sirius into another hug.

"I know," Sirius smiled. "So?" he said when he was facing Harry again. "Are you going to tell Remus that they're his children?"

"I dunno," said Harry. "I mean, I do want us to be back together but…he can't seem to get over the fact that I slept with his best friend first. By the way he's been acting you'd think you were his worst enemy or something."

"Well," said Sirius with a sigh, "Moony is very possessive."

"Remus? Possessive?" Harry couldn't quite picture it.

"Yeah," said Sirius. "You may think he's the perfect Gentleman at first but as soon as emotions get involved…and he's a werewolf don't forget. The wolf seems to decide what it wants and doesn't want. Most of the time Remus can control it – keep the wolf at bay, so to speak. But when Remus gets angry the wolf in him sort of tries to take over. It was like that when we were at Hogwarts," Sirius explained. "He used to think that I was stealing his boyfriends when in actual fact it was Remus pushing them away."

"But why would he want to do that?" asked Harry.

"It's complicated," said Sirius, running a hand through his long, black hair. "It wasn't really him. Remus sort of had two consciences; himself and the wolf. He and I had been dating for almost a year and things were fine; he got a little possessive when he saw me with girls and other guys but apart from that, it was good. Then half way through 7th year we decided to break it off – things weren't really working out with us; we were better friends than we were lovers. So we broke up. That's when Remus fell pray to the wolf in him. The few boyfriends he actually let himself have he just pushed away. The wolf convinced him that I was the bad guy and that I was stealing them from him and Remus actually grew pretty aggressive."

"Aggressive?" said Harry surprised. "He didn't hurt you did he?"

"Yup," said Sirius. "He landed me in the hospital wing a fair few times. We all knew it wasn't the real Remus though; it was the wolf trying to get its own way and it was succeeding. When Remus was hurt or angry the wolf just took control over him."

"And you want me to get back with him and let him around my children?" said Harry, looking at Sirius as though he was mad.

"Oh, he's not like that anymore," he said hurriedly. "He can handle the wolf most of the time now. I think it's gotten easier with age, and the potion he's taking helps him loads. Now when he's angry he just scares people because when he yells he really does yell."

"I'd noticed," muttered Harry, remembering what he had been like in the hospital.

"But he's not violent," he reassured him. "Well, obviously, if he's in the situation when he needs to bring out the wolf's characteristics then he can do that. But he can control it all now; if he needs the wolf's strength then he can just summon it like that, but it never takes control of him anymore; he controls it."

"Yeah," said Harry, "But this possessive stuff still sounds kind of scary."

"Trust me," smiled Sirius. "There's no need to fear him. His enemies should fear him, but he would never hurt you. Physically anyway," he added on seeing the look on Harry's face. "For instance, look at how he was last week when you had the babies. He was happy and the wolf was happy. I admit that at first I didn't know why the wolf was happy, but now it's plain to see. The wolf had found a mate and the wolf had its own 'cubs'. Remus might not have known that they were his but the wolf certainly did. Obviously, Remus doesn't listen to what the wolf says anymore so he didn't believe they could be his, but as soon as he found out about me sleeping with you then the old anger awoke in him and he jumped to the conclusion, yet again, that I was the bad guy and that I'd stolen something from him."

Harry stared off absently, letting all this sink in. It sounded very confusing but once you thought about it, it made complete sense. Werewolves were very possessive creatures and were capable of controlling their human counter part if they were weak or hurt enough to believe them. But they were also very protective creatures and would do anything they could to stop their loved ones from getting hurt; as long as they really believed that their loved one really was their loved one.

"Believe me Harry," said Sirius, "The wolf can be tamed. It just takes time. Remus being a werewolf isn't always a bad thing. He may have injured me quite a few times but he's also jumped to my defence in dangerous situations."

Harry sighed deeply and lay his head on Sirius' shoulder. Maybe he should get a book on werewolves so he could understand Remus better. Werewolves were such complicated lovers. But pretty good bodyguards, Harry thought to himself.

"You think I should talk to him then?" he asked finally, sitting up.

"Absolutely," he said with a smile. "It's not going to get sorted if you don't."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," he sighed. He got up and stretched before moving over to the kitchen. "I need to feed the babies before I do anything else though – Leanna will probably be waking them all up soon enough."

"I heard you'd named them," said Sirius who had followed him into the kitchen. "Can I ask what their full names are?"

"Joshua Remus Potter," he smiled, lifting a bottle and filling it up with the baby milk, "Leanna Marie Potter, and Skylar Nicole Potter."

"Remus, Marie, and Nicole?" he smiled. "So you guys named them when you were still together I take it?"

"Yeah," he said. "It took us forever to decide whose surname they should have. No matter who the father was, they were going to be Remus'. No offence," he added to Sirius.

"None taken," he said with a smile. "And let me guess; Remus was adamant that they be 'Potters' because you had carried them."

"How did you know that?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Remus always found it unfair," he smiled fondly and he imitated Remus; "'The mother carried them for 9 months, why should they take the fathers name?'"

Harry laughed. "He also said he wanted my family name to carry on because I was the last Potter remaining."

"Yeah, he's got millions of nephews and nieces," he said as he watched Harry testing the temperature of the bottles. "His two older brothers went off, got rich, and had kids. He hates them."

"He hates them?"

"Well, they did go off and leave the family," said Sirius fairly. "They become rich but they never sent a penny of it home when they knew their parents were struggling. He hasn't seen them for years."

"Have you ever met them?" Harry asked, handing Sirius a bottle.

"Only a few times," he said. "When we were in 1st year they were in 6th and 7th year. We never really spoke though. Apparently they wrote home and told their parents that Remus was hanging around with a 'Black'. Remus put in a good word for me though."

"They sound horrible," said Harry, leaning against the counter. "I always pictured Remus' family to be a nice, little, cosy household where they all loved and looked out for one another."

"You know, so did I until I met them," Sirius told him. "But the 'Lupins' weren't really that well known, being poor and half-bloods. His Grandmother was a muggle," he added. "She was a really nice old lady. She always used to write to Remus, even though she wasn't a witch. Always used to send him sweets and stuff. I always got the impression that Remus was her favourite grandchild."

"Was she, by any chance, called Marie?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," he said. "How did you know that?"

"Leanna Marie Potter," said Harry. "He said it was his Grandmother's name. Do you know who Nicole was?"

"I think it was his Auntie," he said thoughtfully, "On his mother's side. His paternal side have been half-bloods for generations and his maternal side were all muggles until his mother and Auntie – both muggle-borns. His Auntie Nicole was always standing up for him; she was always there for him, he could always talk to her."

"Where is she now?" asked Harry.

"Dead," he told him. "She was forever joining protests and causing trouble at the Ministry, campaigning for freedom for house elves, werewolves, and so on. It was said that she was killed by Death Eaters but we reckon it was the Ministry that did away with her – she knew too much."

Harry didn't know what to say to this; he just couldn't believe the Ministry would do something like that. She sounded like such a nice person; it must have really stung Remus when he heard of her death. Marie and Nicole must have meant a lot to him.

Harry fastened the cap back onto the last bottle and made his way over to the bigger bedroom. Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, Leanna started to cry, setting the other two off.

"There aren't even any tears," said Harry, picking up Joshua, "She just wails and wakes the rest of them. Oh, leave Skylar 'til last," he added as Sirius bent down to pick her up.

"Is there any reason why?" asked Sirius, picking up the screaming Leanna instead who fell silent as she saw the bottle move towards her mouth.

"Skylar never shuts up until the other two shut up," he told him, "So I always leave her until last, otherwise you're here all day."

"You're just the perfect little mother aren't you?" Sirius teased.

"Father," Harry corrected him. "I refuse to be called a 'mother'."

Sirius laughed and looked down at Leanna as she drank from the bottle. "She's adorable," he whispered. "Hey, she's got Remus' eyes."

"I know," he smiled.

"You do know you're going to have to have them tested for the werewolf gene, right?" he asked, looking up at Harry.

"Yeah," he sighed. "But I don't have to do that straight away, do I?"

"Rather sooner than later," he said.

"But it was the full moon 5 nights ago," said Harry, "And none of them turned into a werewolf."

"They don't have to," Sirius told him. "They could just be carrying the gene for it. If, at any point in their lives, they contract a serious illness, the gene could become active."

"Really?" asked Harry slightly stunned by this. "They could just…become…a werewolf? Without getting bitten?"

"Yup," he said. "Or they could just pass the gene to their children and it could be triggered off then, in your grandchildren."

Pushing aside the fact that it felt strange to be talking about Harry's grandchildren, Harry thought it really was best to get them checked out soon.

"If they've got the gene," said Harry, "Can anything be done to take it away?"

"No," said Sirius, "But they can have a potion to make it less likely that the gene will kick in. It's the main reason the Ministry isn't fond of people who are werewolves starting families; it can spread."

"Yeah, well, when I murder Voldemort's arse, we'll see what the Ministry has to say about it then. I'll take over the bloody place if I have to."

"I can just see that," laughed Sirius. "The Minister won't know what's hit him."

Joshua finished feeding and wriggled in Harry's arms in order to get himself more comfortable. Harry rocked him gently from side to side, watching his eyes close.

"You're parents would be really proud of you, you know," said Sirius quietly and Harry looked up at him.

"They'd really be proud of the fact that their only son has slept with both their best friends, got pregnant by a werewolf, and is now a teenage parent of three locked in his own room?"

"No," laughed Sirius. "But they'd be proud of the way you can handle being a teenage parent of triplets, whilst being at school and fighting the dark side, having the weight of the world on your shoulders."

Harry smiled at him.

"You know," said Sirius, looking back at the baby in his arms. "After the initial shock of finding out Remus had got you pregnant, your father would probably just find the whole thing funny."

"And my mum?" he asked.

"She'd just want to help out and make sure you were ok," Sirius smiled.

"And you?"

"I just want you to be happy."

"You really are the best, you know that?" Harry told him with a smile. "And you're such a natural with kids," he added on seeing Leanna sleeping peacefully in his arms. Harry put Joshua back into his cot and picked up the still-pretending-to-cry Skylar.

"I had a lot of practice with you," he said. "You never shut up crying. It wasn't even crying that you were doing most of the time, it was just some pathetic excuse for a cry; you just wanted attention," he grinned, "And I can see nothing's changed."

"Oi, you wan…"

"Watch your language around little ears," Sirius smirked. Harry laughed softly. As he watched Sirius with Leanna, a thought occurred to Harry.

"You're not busy this week are you?" he asked, giving Skylar her bottle.

"Nope," he said. "I'm free as a bird."

"Well, if it's not too much to ask," he said, "Would you mind looking after them whilst I'm at school? You don't have to if it's too much trouble…"

"I'd love to!" he smiled and his eyes had lit up.

"Really?" he asked hopefully.

"Really," he smiled.

The talk with Sirius had cheered him up immensely and by Sunday evening he was ready to venture out into the common room again. Sirius had gone home and would be returning the next morning before Harry went off to his first lesson. He was in such high spirits that he just sat around in the common room surrounded by a group of his fellow housemates, just chatting about things in general. He answered a few of their questions about the actual birth and what it had felt like before realising that it was getting pretty late; he wanted to see Remus again to see if things had changed between them and he felt, after being cheered by Sirius' visit, that he could be civil.

Leaving Ron and Ginny with the babies (Hermione was finishing off her Ancient Runes work) he made his way through the dark corridors towards Remus' office. He was just descending the stairs from the fifth floor when he heard footsteps approaching. Wishing he had brought his invisibility cloak he quickly tried to remember where the nearest secret passage was, which happened to be back at the top of the stairs.

He knew he wasn't going to make it, but he turned round all the same and tip-toed as quickly and as quietly as he could back up towards the corridor above and the shelter of the hidden passage but it was too late.

"Potter! Back to your old habit of wandering the corridors after hours I see. 5 points from Gryffindor."

Harry froze at the sound of the all-too familiar voice and gave an inward shudder. Of all the teachers to be caught by, why did he have to be caught by Snape? Fixing a smile on his face, he turned round and saw Snape slowing advancing on him, arms crossed and hidden in his black robes, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Professor," Harry said, "Nice to see you again."

"'Shame the same can't be said about you," he smirked. "Would you care to enlighten me as to the reason why you are out of your dormitory and prowling about the school at night?"

"I wasn't prowling," he scowled. "I was walking. And it's none of your business."

"I'm afraid, Mr Potter, that you will find that it is indeed very much my business as I am a teacher of this school," he said with a sly smile.

"Fine," he said, arms crossed and looking Snape straight in the face with a smile. "I was prowling about the school trying to sneak into Lupin's office so we could make sweet, passionate love to one another."

A moments silence and then;

"I thought you said you were walking?"

They stared at each other for a few moments, Harry doing everything he could to block his mind except look away from Snape; he didn't want to give him the satisfaction. However, before either of them could say another word to each other, the silence was interrupted by another voice.

"Is there a problem here?"

Harry looked down to see Remus standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up at them. He was still dressed in his work robes but had on a pair of red and blue checked slippers. Harry couldn't help but smile at the picture.

"Ah, look who it is," Snape grinned, looking back at Harry. "It looks like Lupin had the same idea as you."

"Oh, go fuck yourself," Harry muttered under his breath and he turned back to Remus. "There's no problem Professor," he said, "I was just having a friendly chat here with Severus."

After all the years of hating Snape, after all the years of wanting to hurt him and, at one point, even kill him, Harry had decided that it was much better to just simply annoy the Potions Master. True, it meant more detentions, but it was a lot more fun to see Snape pissed off then it was to just plain hate him and let the man get to him.

"Excuse me Potter?" said Snape sternly, eyebrows raised. "You will address me as 'Sir' or 'Professor' at all times, is that understood?"

"Whatever you want Professor," he purred seductively. Snape looked like he didn't know whether he should feel shocked or disgusted so he settled for a mixture of both. Remus just laughed.

"Harry, I was wondering if I could have a chat with you?" he said politely, obviously glad that Harry was in such a good mood.

"Whatever you want Professor," he said again, this time to Remus and he had to stifle a laugh at the look on Snape's face. "Would you care to follow me to my room?"

"Oh, absolutely Mr Potter," he grinned and he climbed the stairs to join him.

"Good night Sir," Harry smiled at his Potions teacher and he led Remus along the corridor and up more stairs in silence.

They crossed the common room, which was almost empty now, and entered Harry's rooms. Ron was sat on the sofa flicking through a Quidditch Magazine and Ginny was no where to be seen.

"She's in the bathroom," said Ron when he heard the door open. "Skylar did a poop and there was no way I was changing her. Don't know how you do it mate, it's all nasty and smelly and…oh, hi Professor." He had just looked up and had spotted Remus standing next to Harry.

"Is she nearly finished?" Harry asked, looking over at the bathroom door.

"Should be," said Ron, "She went in there like 10 minutes ago."

As soon as Ron had finished saying this, the bathroom door opened and Ginny came out holding the baby in her arms. She saw Harry and smiled.

"This little one doesn't want to go to sleep," she said. "I think she wants a big cuddle from her daddy."

Harry smiled and held out his arms to receive his youngest daughter and he held her closely to him.

"Thank you guys so much for looking after them," he said gratefully.

"It's no problem," said Ginny.

"I actually like being around them," said Ron. "How weird is that?"

"As long as you don't go all broody like Hermione then it's alright to like them," Ginny grinned, following Ron over to the door.

"Hermione isn't broody," he said. "She's just Hermione. Night guys," he added as he passed Harry and Remus and he went out into the common room, but not before winking at Harry.

"So," said Harry after an awkward silence. "You wanted to talk?"

"Yeah," said Remus. He walked over to the living room and sat down. "I just wanted to apologise for my behaviour. I was out of order and I shouldn't have said half the things I did."

"Then why did you say them?" Harry asked quietly.

"The same reason you told me Sirius was the father," he said. "I wanted to hurt you."

"What?" Harry turned away from the baby and looked at Remus, not sure he had hurt correctly.

"You hurt me with the whole 'I slept with Sirius and didn't tell you thing' so I wanted to hurt you right back, and I know it was wrong but…"

"No, before that," said Harry.

"You told me that Sirius was the father just to hurt me because I'd hurt you, and before that you'd hurt me and…I'm not going to lie to you, it really did hit me hard when I heard you say that."

But Harry's mind wasn't really paying attention. It was stuck trying to get around what he had just said about Sirius. How did he know that? He had been so sure that Remus had believed him when he had yelled that Sirius was the father.

"Harry, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm…how did you know that I was lying when I said that about Sirius?" he asked, convinced he had defiantly missed something here.

"The paper you left," said Remus as if it was obvious.

"What paper?"

"The paper with the DNA test results written down on it," said Remus. Harry's free hand automatically went to his pocket but it wasn't there. He had been so preoccupied that he hadn't noticed it had gone.

"Where is it?" he asked on finding it wasn't where it should be.

"Right here." Remus pulled the folded piece of paper out of his robe pocket. Harry stared at it.

"Where did you get that?"

"You dropped it," said Remus as if trying to make Harry remember. "When you left my office that night, you dropped it on the floor…" He trailed off when he saw the look on Harry's face. "I wasn't supposed to see this, was I?"

"Of course you were," said Harry. "Just…not then. I was going to tell you now actually."

"So you didn't mean to drop it?" asked Remus. Harry shook his head.

"I can't even make a proper exit without messing something up, can I?" Harry said with a small smile. "So, you've known all weekend then?"

"Yeah," he said. "But by then, things had gone too far and I thought you would never forgive me for what I'd said and done. I mean, I'm the father and yet I haven't seen my children for a week; how bad does that make me look?"

"I'll tell you what," said Harry quietly, as Skylar was falling asleep. "Why don't we just put it all behind us and move on? Start afresh?

"That's fine by me," Remus smiled. Harry resisted asking Remus one more thing; he was really curious to know if Remus would have come back to him if the babies had actually been Sirius'. Would they have made up if that had been the case? But he didn't want to ask in case another argument pursued. He decided it would be better to save the question for another day.

Harry stood up and made his way over to the babies' room and Remus followed. Gently, he put Skylar in her cot and tucked her in, placing a soft kiss to her delicate head. He straightened up and just stood still for a while, watching her sleep.

"They've grown," whispered Remus, looking around at them all. "It's amazing how much they grow in a week."

"They're all developing personalities as well," Harry told him. "But I'll let you figure that out for yourself." Remus encircled his arms around Harry's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. For a long time they stood in peaceful silence until Harry sighed and turned around in the man's arms.

"So," he said, "Are you going to kiss me or what?"

Remus laughed softly before pressing his lips gently to Harry's.

"I really love you, you know," Remus said quietly, pulling away to look at Harry's blissful face. He ran a hand slowly through Harry's soft hair before caressing his cheek. "It's been agony without you. Everyday just seemed worthless, nothing had any meaning, everything was so empty." He kissed him again, more deeply, lips caressing lips lovingly. "I love you so much."

"I know," Harry smiled into the kiss before breaking it off. He looked up into Remus' bright eyes and smiled cheekily. "You realise that we haven't had sex with each other for 9 months?"

"I am very well aware of that, having spent far too many nights alone with nothing but my hand for company." He indicated to the hand that was still touching Harry's cheek and Harry felt a rush of lust run through his body at the image his mind had just conquered up at Remus' words.

"Then what are we waiting for?" said Harry and he captured Remus' lips in a fierce but passionate kiss.

Fingers fumbled at buttons and tugged urgently on robes as they stumbled out of the room and tried to navigate their way towards Harry's bedroom, knocking over a few photo's and books as they did, but Harry didn't care. He had Remus back and that was all that mattered.

The kiss grew more intense with every step they took, setting Harry's body alight with pure lust. They finally reached their desired destination, having left a trail of clothes on the floor, and they collapsed onto the soft bed, hands roving all over each other. With an effort, Remus detached himself from Harry's lips and began his assault on his neck, licking, nipping, and sucking the flesh, evicting the most beautiful sounds from the young man. Harry writhed beneath him, letting the heat flood through him.

"Stop," Harry gasped, "Stop, we have to stop."

Remus stopped what he was doing and looked up into eyes that perfectly reflected the emotions that were currently coursing through him himself.

"What?" he panted.

"Protection?" he said innocently, tilting his head to one side and smiling at Remus, who laughed.

"I'll be right back," he said and he rolled off of Harry and dashed out of the room. Harry lay on the bed with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of having his body alive with desire. It had been such a long time since he had felt like this and he wanted to savour it.

He felt the bed dip and opened his eyes to see Remus lying next to him, propped up on his elbow. Judging by the way Remus was looking at him, Harry would have to wait to get what he so desperately sought.

"We haven't got any," he said with an apologetic smile, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of Harry's face.

"But I'm horny," Harry moaned in frustration.

"I know sweetie," Remus said softly. "But we're going to have to wait."

Harry rolled onto his side and looked at Remus with a smile. "Can't you just give me a blow…"

But his sentence was cut short by a loud cry which Harry knew immediately to be Leanna. Harry shut his eyes and groaned, waiting for the inevitable. And sure enough, two more cries met his ears.

"She does that on purpose," he whined. "Why can't she give us just 10 minutes alone in the bedroom?"

Remus chuckled at the pained look on Harry's face and rolled out of bed again. Harry looked over at him with pleading eyes.

"You can't leave them," said Remus, answering his unasked plea for attention. "They need their daddy."

"Fine," Harry huffed, sitting up and pulling the sheets with him. "Just give me a minute…naked Kreacher, naked Dobby, naked Dumbledore…"

"Harry?"

"Hm? Naked Kreacher, naked Dobby, naked Dumbledore…"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get my body under control," he informed him grumpily. "I can't walk into the babies' room with this thing sticking up can I?"

Remus laughed but Harry just rolled his eyes and continued his chant. "Naked Kreacher, naked Dobby, naked Dumbledore….ewwwww!"

"What?"

"Those three having a threesome!"

"Harry!"

"I can't help it," he whined. "I have an overactive imagination."

"You have a disgusting imagination," Remus corrected him. A silence, and then;

"…naked Dumbledore is actually starting to sound quite appealing."

Harry was promptly hit in the face by a pillow thrown by Remus.

A/N: Sorry that chapter had a lot of mini-backstory and typical werewolf info in but it had to appear at some point. I also apoligise for the cliche in that as well. Again, can't be helped.

Thank you all so much for reviewing! I felt like posting this chapter a little early this week because I think it's better if I post on weekends. Don't know why. Just is. lol.

If some of you are thinking that Harry and Remus made up pretty quick...then you're right. Mwhahaha! lol, but seriously, there is a reason for that which should become apparant in the next chapter...so never fear!

I think I've done too much sugar today.