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I had to change my rating to "M", instead of "T" due to some mildly suggestive sexual themes in this chapter (not too detailed though ;D). I don't want to get flagged -.- This is your warning!
What happened to the "PG" rating, though?
Anyways, on to the fic!
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Of Apple Trees and Honey Bees
Chapter 4
Moans mingled in sultry air, enclosed by the curtains of the four-poster bed.
Sirius was thankful for the Silencio spell he cast on the area; otherwise his partner's cries of pleasure would have definitely woken up his sleeping roommates.
He smirked, and delved in for more.
Sweat blended with sweat, as the two naked figures melded into one in the dark shadow of the night.
Pleasure achieved in its' most blissful state.
Sirius rolled onto his side of the bed, propping his elbow to gaze at the post-coital state of his lover. The latter's usually fair visage now radiated a bright blush. He was panting for breath, much to Sirius' delight.
"That was amazing," Sirius gasped, tracing his lover's facial features with his thumb, admiring its lines and contours. "We should do this more often."
Azure orbs met grey ones, and Charles Simpson grinned in response.
"Yes, we definitely should."
"Bloody hell!"
Remus sat up, being shaken up from his dream (or was it nightmare?) His creamy-golden hair clung to his perspiring face. A cold sweat ran through his entire body, soaking his red-and-white striped pyjamas. The pupils of his golden eyes were still dilated due to shock. He found himself panting badly.
And all was not exactly hunky-dory down there, either.
The teenage werewolf quickly observed his surroundings to do some damage check.
Everyone else in the room still lay in blissful slumber, very oblivious to their lycanthrope friend's distress.
Sirius, James, and Peter were in a tea-bag drunken stupor the previous night, and now completely zonked out. It seemed that the other Marauders were finally getting serious about their O.W.L.s.
The sun was yet to rise in that fateful Saturday morning, and there was nothing on their agenda, for once. More likely than not, the others would only wake up after lunch time, if not later.
Remus sighed in relief, and plopped right back into his bed.
What in Merlin's beard just happened?
Remus never really understood why there were orchestra symphonies perpetually playing in Hogwarts' Great Hall. It gave too much of a regal Christmas feeling. And it induced people into an overall happy emotion.
Remus did not particularly wish to be happy at that moment.
It wasn't even Christmas time yet. There was nothing to look forward to. The October winds were only starting to pick up, blowing the falling leaves into spirals around the castle grounds.
Life was getting absolutely dreadful. It was only schoolwork, detention, food, sleep – a monotonous iron cage cycle that was driving a Pre-Moon Syndrome-ing (PMS) Remus insane.
It was exactly 6 days to the next full moon transformation, after all.
Eating early in the morning in the Great Hall was calming though, albeit lonely. It was obvious that most people decided to sleep-in for the weekend, unbeknownst to them that they accommodated to Remus' insane need to be alone at the moment.
The sandy-blonde haired boy felt some sense of relief from finally being distanced from the other Marauders; spending the past few weeks in detention with them had been rather suffocating - well, with the exception of Sirius, of course.
His dream the previous night had especially highlighted to him his need for some solitude. This is what happens when you spend too much time in a testosterone-saturated environment.
It gets to your head.
Remus barely nibbled on the butter croissants and turkey ham that was lavishly displayed in front of him. It was ironic that a bad dream troubled him more than the worse-off thought of anticipating his monthly transformation.
I should probably spend more time with Lily and fulfill some prefect duties, Remus mused.
That fiery redhead sure had a temper to match her hair colour, and Remus knew better than to make her fed up with his lack of responsibility as of late.
But despite being easily enraged (especially by a particular James Potter), Lily was a good friend. Possibly the only shoulder he could lean on (figuratively, of course) right now, with regard to this issue.
Through the experiences in his short fifteen years of life, Remus knew that some things were just not meant to be handled alone. Lycanthropy, one. Love interests, another.
The shift in company from testosterone to oestrogen might probably balance out his luck with Fate, too. Merlin knows that he had been suffering a streak of bad luck as of late.
He strode off towards the library in search of the aforementioned redhead, pocketing a piece of toast for Peter on his way out.
Back to the Gryffindor fifth year boys' dorm room, Sirius drooled on his sleep, whilst muttering, "Rainbows... Moony... No, don't go... "
A tousled James Potter stood beside his best friend's bed. A knowing smirk was etched on his cunning features upon hearing Sirius' rather detailed sleep-talking.
Of all the years he knew the young Black, James would have wagered his life's savings that the guy was a pouf. Now, on the 4th day of October, James finally won that bet, against himself.
His glasses dramatically fogged up as he grinned maniacally. The nuts and bolts in his brain started moving.
"Werewolf?"
A stunned Charlie Simpson gaped at a very pensive Albus Dumbledore.
He couldn't imagine that the shy, skinny lad was actually afflicted with lycanthropy. He gulped. That explained the few scars that were etched across his pale face. Not a case of abusive parents or bullying, huh.
No wonder Remus had an air of mild trepidation with interacting with the other students. He only opened up to a select few, he noticed. Rumors in Hogwarts spread faster than flying thestrals in heat, Simpson thought. He used to be a student too, after all.
And this information was not just any superficial gossip.
The two were in the Headmaster's office, after the latter was summoned Simpson for a short meeting about the aforementioned issue.
"Yes, well, I thought you should be kept in the loop of things," Dumbledore replied, "since all of his teachers are informed."
"This knowledge should not cause any bias on his academic performance, however. Young Remus is very capable and independent. One of the star pupils in Gryffindor, his knowledge only ousted by one Lily Evans." The Headmaster's eyes twinkled knowingly. "We have a very promising group of fifth years this time around, Charles, not much unlike you and your friends last time."
Charles Simpson smiled, "Thank you headmaster for sharing this with me. Rest assured I'll keep this information in my safest confidence."
Minutes later, Hogwarts' youngest professor exited Dumbledore's office.
Things have not changed much after all these years, he reminisced. Hogwarts is still full of revelations and surprises.
Charlie Simpson headed back to his office, his bright auburn hair rippling in his long strides.
To Be Continued...
A/N: Whatever's in italics in the first part of this chapter is a dream sequence, kay? ;) Remus' dream, in particular.
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Here's a sneak peek in Of Apple Trees and Honey Bees, Chapter 5!
Peter took out a piece of toast and crushed it into bits with his hand, cluttering it around the grass that surrounded him. He waited.
Suddenly, he heard a deathly noise, and instinctively turned to look.
He froze at the sight that greeted him.
His mind screamed, "Run!" but his feet remained frozen to the muddy ground that lay beneath him.