Past again... Enjoy... or not, as the case may be...

We were sat on Remus' bed, his eyes shining dreamily into mine, doing nothing at all, but simply enjoying each other's presence. His shirt hung open, bearing his pale chest, and his hair glowed incandescent honey. I laughed to myself, leaning closer to his wonderful face and running a hand up his leg to stroke his chest, feeling his delicate little scars. A slight movement in his groin area stirred me from my entrancement in his eyes, the feel of his body, making me grin.

"Someone's getting a bit excited here, aren't they? But we need to calm down a bit. At least till they go to sleep." I whispered, nibbling his earlobe, which clearly wasn't helping.

"But, Siri," he whined, "he's never going to fall asleep, never. I can't wait for that long."

I playfully rolled my eyes and smirked, pressing myself tighter against him.

"I think I should feed you love potion more often, it does wonders for your libido."

He slid his arms around my neck and assaulted my lips in an onslaught of passion. I really did need to give him this more often. Not that I didn't love the normal Remus, but this version was just so excited and forceful, it sort of gave me an idea of what it would be like to be in a relationship with me. He slid a hand down my back and for my trouser buttons as I moaned into his mouth, causing a disgusted Peter to scurry out of the room. James coughed loudly as if he was about to make some kind of speech and stood, looking down at us.

"I hope you've realised that I'm still here!"

Remus pulled himself from my grasp, parting our bodies a little, and glared at James.

"Well how about this... you could maybe, like, fuck off!"

"Fine, dickhead!" He snarled and stomped his way out of the room, making the floor and walls and possibly the rest of the Gryffindor tower shake.

I grinned and pressed my nose against his shoulder.

"Oh, are you feeling manly today? It's actually pretty hot." My tongue played in the crook of his collar bone. "Now, where were we?"

My eyes stung, my body weak, tired, and my hair dishevelled, I lay sprawled across the bed and sighed into the air, the warm tingle, the taste of liquid love, liquid sunshine, still fresh on my skin, still loitering pleasantly in my mouth.

"We need to do all nighters more often, Rems. That was just..." My head crawled, trying to find the right description. "... fucking amazing!"

"Usually, I would be scared about being tired and not being able to do my work. But if I could spend every night like that with you, I don't think I'd ever want to sleep again." He breathed, clearly too awake for his own good.

I rolled over and placed an effortless kiss on his chest, collecting the dew we created through the past night, which now sparkled in the early sunshine.

"Siri, I think my lips are here."

He pulled me over the length of his body and to his deep red lips, falling into a delicate bit of playtime with his tongue. He reluctantly drew away and sighed.

"We've got Magical Creatures first, right?"

I nodded.

"What time?"

Stretching my arms, I glanced at my watch on the side.

"5 minutes ago."

Remus bolted upright and began to hop about, trying to collect various garments while cussing under his breath. Clearly the potion was starting to wear off.

We entered the forest to find that Slughorn was covering the class. A little bit of me died inside at the sheer embarrassment of having to face a respected teacher – however mad he was – in this sort of state, especially next to Remus who'd managed to get hard over me zipping up his trousers. The eyes of the whole class were now fixed intently on us, muttering, glaring, expressions shocked or disgusted. People like this made me feel sick. I squeezed his hand, kissing the back, and I stepped up onto a box as I cleared my throat.

"Just so I can clear all of this up: I am gay; I am in love with Remus Lupin and I am not going to change for the world. Stop being so shallow. Oh, and if you even consider giving Rems any crap for this, I will personally gorge your eyes out with a blunt spoon. I'm not going to leave him for anyone and I'm not going to let anyone take him away from me." I shot a malicious glance at Snape. "Does anyone not understand?" No one spoke out, so I lowered myself into the cloud of people and strutted towards my bright pink boyfriend.

I sat on the common room sofa, legs open, elbows perched on knees, hands clasped together, biting my index finger. The potion should have worn of completely by now. Please say someone had knocked him out and he'd forgotten the past week or he suddenly suffered from long term memory loss. I felt his warm, slender hands slide over me and rub my shoulders.

"Siri, I'm not really sure how to put this..." He paused and let out a small huff of mock laughter. My body tensed even more. I could tell what was coming next was not going to be good. "If you ever fill me with love potion just so that you can run off on your little games again, I'll rip your dick off and use it to make you into a unicorn."

I flicked a furtive glance across the room, diverting my gaze as he walked to confront me, face to face.

"Rems, I h-haven't done anything of the sort. I don't know what you're talking about. I th-think that maybe the potion's done something to your head, go to the infirmary, get it checked out." I stuttered, my nervousness overwhelming my natural acting ability.

"Oh, the whole thing with Snape is just my imagination then, is it? I don't think I'm that disgusting."

"Clearly it i-"

"Cut it out, Siruis! I know what happened, I know why it happened and I am by no means happy about it, to say the least."

I sighed.

"Yeah... well... what the hell was I supposed to do? You were giving my arch nemesis a tongue bath."

"It was a dare, for fuck's sake! I didn't run off with Snape when you were jerking off James!"

"I was never 'jerking off James'. Stop making it worse than it actually is. I was just frustrated and I took it out on the first person that came to me."

"I don't think I can actually 'make it worse than it actually is', you selfish cunt!" He growled, putting on a voice and scratching quotation marks in the air.

"Well, I guess if that's what you really think about me, maybe I should actually run off with Snape this time."

"Well maybe you actually should, because I'm not sure that I really want you anymore."

"Maybe I actually will because I'm sure if I went out of my way to declare my love for him in front of the whole class he might be a bit grateful." I snarled. He was really starting to get to me.

"YOU MADE ME THE TARGET FOR A SHIT LOAD OF BULLYING AND YOU THINK I SHOULD BE GRATEFUL?"

"ACTUALLY-"

"AND STOP SAYING ACTUALLY!"

"WELL I STOPPED THE RUMORS, DIDN'T I?"

"WHAT SORT OF IDIOT ARE YOU? THEY'RE NOT RUMOURS IF THEY'RE TRUE!"

"FINE, YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M GOING! I CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO DEAL WITH A HORMONALLY IMBALENCED WEREWOLF! GO HAVE A WANK – IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU NEED ONE!"

"OH FINE, YOU CAN GO, I DON'T CARE! RUN OFF YOU SNIVELLUS! IT'S YOUR REPUTATION THAT'S GOING TO BE RUINED, NOT MINE! BESIDES, I DON'T WANT TO BE DATING SOMEONE WHO IS A DISCRIMINATING BASTARD, ANYWAY!"

I got to my feet and stormed out of the room. This is just what I'd worried would happen. But, at least it was over and done with now and I wouldn't be pulling my hair out over when he was going to pounce on me. He already had.