Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Hermione/Remus/Sirius
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 621
Notes:
30 Day OT3 Competition/Challenge: Day 6 - Kiss
Pokemon Trading Card Collection Challenge: Octillery - Silver - (plot/theme) Someone spills a bottle of ink.
Remus dipped the tip of his quill into the ink bottle. With a deep breath, he waited until there was no more dripping from the quill, and then he placed the tip to the parchment.
Tales of a Werewolf
Most people thought werewolves were all mindless beasts who got off on turning humans and killing them.
Werewolves like Fenrir Greyback gave all werewolves a bad name, but the majority of the unfortunate werewolves were like Remus. And they struggled to make ends meet because of society's view of werewolves.
Remus hoped to educate the people with an autobiography and maybe make a difference for people like him. Maybe it was wistful thinking that anything would change, but Remus was a war hero. They had to give him some power to make things better, right?
Even if nothing changed, Remus thought it would be therapeutic to get everything onto paper.
Hello, I am Remus John Lupin. I'm a werewolf, turned by a vindictive werewolf named Fenrir Greyback. People fear me, and they have no reason to. I'm going to tell you my story, and hopefully, you'll see I'm just like you for the majority of the time.
Remus focused on his writing, getting lost in the story of his childhood and how and why he was bitten by Fenrir. He described the pain, the fear. He explained how he asked his dad to simply kill him. He was sure he would never be able to have a good life, never have even one friend, and death seemed so much easier.
Time passed as his story unfolded.
He was so lost in his writing that as he moved the tip of his quill to the ink bottle, he jumped when two pairs of lips kissed both sides of his neck. His hand knocked against the bottle of ink, spilling it. Thankfully, nothing got on his parchment.
He turned and glared at his lovers. "Do you mind? I'm working."
Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, unimpressed with his tone. "I see that, but you've been working for six hours. Silly us. We thought you might like to eat sometime today."
Just then, his stomach chose to let out a loud rumble.
Sirius laughed loudly. "I guess we were right."
Remus blushed.
Hermione rolled her eyes and flounced out of the room.
Sirius watched her go, his eyes drawn to her arse that looked so kissable in her jeans. "I think you're in the dog house now, Moony."
"I know," Remus muttered.
"You shouldn't have snapped at us."
"I know," Remus agreed, guilt eating him now that he wasn't caught by surprise.
"If I was you, I'd go apologize before she has time to stew in her anger," Sirius encouraged.
Remus knew Sirius was right. He stood up after carefully making sure his parchment was safe. Before he left the room, he kissed Sirius on the lips, moaning when the other man eagerly returned it.
Sirius was the one to break the contact. "I'm not the one angry. Go."
Remus nodded. He found her in the library. "I'm sorry," he carefully said, taking a hesitant step towards her.
She looked at him. "I know you are. You were just caught unaware, and you lashed out."
"So, you're not angry."
"Not really. It's not often that you lose your temper like that, so I simply reacted to it in the heat of the moment."
Remus grinned, relieved that they were okay. He went to sit next to her and pulled her in his arms. Her head rested comfortably in the crook between his shoulder and neck, and Remus closed his eyes.
Remus might not have had the easiest life, but things were definitely good now.
