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Chapter 5
Remus wondered why they didn't go back to Hogwarts. "We can go back to my chambers," Remus had offered. But Draco had been persistent and Remus didn't feel like he was in any position to argue. So he prepared to apparate, closed his eyes, grabbed Draco's hand, and the two wizards disappeared with a crack.
When he opened his eyes, a large mansion stood in front of him and Draco was already walking up the steps to the front door.
"So this is the Malfoy Manor," Remus said, his tone soft.
"You're observant," said Draco, as he waved off the ward charms with his wand. The house was made of dark gray stone and the windows were black and gated. Remus thought it to look right out of the Gothic era, and it probably was.
"I didn't think I would ever see it."
"You already have, Remus. Remember? Naked in my backyard and all that?"
"Right. Well I didn't think I would see it from the inside. Wait. I did that as well, didn't I? Ok, how about this? I never imagined I would be fully conscious, fully clothed, and fully invited into the Malfoy Manor by Draco Malfoy himself."
"Yet here I am holding the door open for you."
Remus jogged up the steps and passed Draco into the forier. It was dark and not much could be made out of it, but Remus liked it. It smelled like Draco.
The door shut behind Draco as he entered the house after Remus. They stood in silent darkness for a moment before Draco spoke up. "Sorry it's so dark. But I prefer it this way."
"It's fine. I like it."
"Do you?"
Draco took Remus' hand and led him through the halls. The walls were elegantly draped with expensive pieces of art and several portraits of Draco holding his broomstick and wearing his Slytherin robes. Remus wondered if walking through this house gave Draco the same feeling of nostalgia it gave Remus. He could just picture himself standing in front of the classroom and looking out at a sea full of young wizards draped in greens and reds, silvers and golds. And he could remember one face particularly well. It was the face sitting in the back amongst loud, obnoxious Slytherins. The one who would openly insult everyone, Remus included. But there was always an unmistakable look in that boy's eyes: sadness. And Remus always remembered.
Draco stopped at a door. The last door at the end of a particularly long hallway. It was made of heavy wood with the carving of a snake on the front of it. Remus shivered. Draco pushed open the door with ease and pushed Remus through it. He slammed the door shut behind them and spelled the lock with his wand, which was now held tightly in his hands.
Remus smiled wryly and looked around the room. It was sparsely lit with candles and a single mattress lay uncovered on the floor. The room's only furnishing.
"This is where I woke up," said Remus. Draco tucked his wand in his back pocket and then took it out again. He placed it on the ground beside him instead, and began to move his hand slowly towards his belt buckle. Remus stared at him as he removed his belt, removed his pants, removed his shirt. He could sense Draco's heart beating faster. He could feel his own, as well. Now Draco was completely undressed and walking toward the mattress. He laid down on it, stretching the length of his body over the soft fabric.
"Remus. You're staring at me."
Concerns about Draco's age had always been a consideration in the backdrop of Remus' mind. His age, as well as who he was: a Malfoy. The enemy. He hadn't forgotten what Draco had done. And while you could blame Harry's death on him, you could easily blame it on anyone. Remus truly believed Draco was a changed person, a tragic boy with loveless parents who never taught him right from wrong. So when Remus removed his own clothes, he was certain he was doing something right for Draco. And something right for himself. Sirius kissing Snape…what a laugh. Wait until Sirius heard about this. Remus fucking a Malfoy. Remus imagined crawling back into bed with Sirius in the morning and whispering in his ear exactly what it was he had done. "And he was so much better than you."
He joined Draco on the bed so they were lying side by side. Draco gasped when Remus pulled him closer.
It was four in the morning and Sirius Black was stirring in Remus' bed sheets. His head felt foggy. Too much alcohol or not enough? "Oh bother," he grumbled, tossing himself out of the bundle and placing his feet on the floor.
"Moony?" He turned his head to the expected lump behind him and was surprised to see none there. There was an empty space that should have been filled by someone and Sirius couldn't help but feel a hint of discomfort creeping up in his stomach. "Moony?" No. No one was there. "Damn."
He made haste of slipping on jeans and a t-shirt, no socks or shoes, and leaving the chambers. He made his way down to the dungeons, walking quickly, if slightly off balance.
"Severus!" He yelled from the hall outside the Potion Master's door. "Severus!" It took only a moment for a grumpy, raven-haired man to appear in front of him. His face was stern but his eyes were unquestionably pleased.
"Black. Is there something you need?"
"You know what I need, Severus," Sirius answered.
"You're drunk."
"Not so much anymore."
Snape fixed his eyes on the man before him. It would be foolish to ever turn him away. "Come in."
Sirius entered the room gratefully and Snape closed the door behind them.
"Would you care for a cup of tea, Black?"
"You can call me Sirius, you know. We are fucking now," he said. His words were slightly slurred but making up for clarity in volume. Snape approached Sirius slowly, keeping his eyes locked sharply onto his. When there was nothing but clothes between them he spoke.
"Would you like a cup of tea Sirius?"
Sirius smiled. "Well yes, but now that we're on the topic of fucking…" and he kissed the man in front of him, who kissed him back.
A half hour later left them sprawled on the bedroom floor. They were both naked and sweaty and happy and jubilant (well, Sirius was jubilant) and content. Severus Snape's head lay serenely on Sirius' stomach. He could feel his body rising and falling with each breath, and he matched his own breathing with the same gentle pace.
"Mmm. I have to pee. But I don't want to get up," said Sirius. His words were no longer slurred from drinking but from shagging. The latter being the very best reason for slurred speech.
"I wish you hadn't told me that. Now I shall be worried you will do something immature to me while I am sleeping."
"Like…pee on you? That, Severus, is disgusting," he said with a laugh. "But I suppose it isn't too outrageous an assumption since I have done that to Remus a few times." Sirius giggled, yes giggled, at the image of Remus' adorably appalled face. His eyes shot to Severus, who wasn't looking pleased. "What? It was only a few times and I was drunk for the majority of them."
"I suppose the idea of you and your werewolf in the same situation you and I are in right now isn't something I wish to converse about," he said dryly. Sirius sat up, knocking Severus' head off of his stomach.
"Me and my werewolf? Let me tell you something, Severus. I will not allow anyone to refer to my best friend as a werewolf."
Severus sighed and stood up, reaching for his robe. As he pulled them tightly around his body he fumed. "Well he is a werewolf! What? Ashamed to admit it?"
"How dare you accuse me of that? When you know how I've stood by his side all these years? How he's stood by mine?"
"Yes I can just picture the two of, side by bloody side! Tell me Sirius, if he's always by your precious side, where is he now? In the arms of another man, like you are?"
Sirius stood up at this and brought himself near Severus' body, this time wrought with anger instead of passion. "I am not in your arms Severus! And I won't be again, you disgusting-"
Though the ranting stopped, it was not because Sirius was finished. But when being kissed, it can be hard to find the words you are looking for. And Sirius, indeed, was being kissed. "Ugh!" He pushed Snape away, slamming him into the wall. Unfortunately, Snape had not lessened his grip on Sirius so they both slammed into the wall together. More kissing. "Get off!" "Shut up!" "I hate you!" "Shut up!" A fist was thrown into the air, hitting someone right in the jaw. "Ouch! You bloody idiot!" "Fucking serves you right!" Kissing. A robe is tossed to the floor and the yelling stops at last.
Knock knock.
"Ah…just a moment!" Severus called to the door as he scrambled to put on his robes, store Sirius away in his bedroom ("First you punch me then you hide me?"), and waft the smell of sex away from him.
After a speedy ten seconds of delay, he opened the door to find an old, bearded wizard standing before him. Startling blue eyes stared out at him from behind crescent moon spectacles.
"Severus. I am so sorry to disturb you at this indecent hour but I'm afraid I have tragic news."
"Albus, come in, come in," he said at once, ushering the headmaster inside, praying he didn't notice the clothes lying all over the floor or (oops) Sirius' blood on Snape's knuckles. "Tea?"
"No thank you, Severus. Shall we sit?" He gestured to the chairs by the fireplace and Severus sat down with him, worry suddenly beginning to take over.
"Albus, what has happened?"
"My dear friend, I am forced to bring you the worst of tidings." A pause that lasted, Severus swore, an hour long. "Narcissa Malfoy is dead. She killed herself."
