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@croptopjames submission for mr james fleamont potter's birthday<3
2598 words - NSFW - cw: spanking, squirting, dirty talk, lil bit of degradation theyre being nasty idk it escalated
aka feral fucking your husband after seeing him in a shirt that doesn't quite fit like it used to~
“Baby, I’m home,” Regulus shouts after entering the front door, kicking it closed behind him with his foot as he balances the huge ice cream cake precariously on both his hands.
They’ve invited the whole family as per usual, what with their first year with Harry out of the house coming back from uni for his dad’s special day, Sirius and Remus driving down and picking up Effie and Monty on the way. All their friends will come later this week for brunch.
Today it’s just the few of them though and Regulus finds himself with a spring in his step at the thought of all of them together today.
James has taken the day off and Regulus was able to weasel his way into only half a shift today which he nearly missed entirely after the way James had sat down in his lap first thing in the morning and ridden him until he was shaking, cursing and babbling incoherently, all the while his husband was seated on his throne, smiling brightly, happiest man in the world, practically taking the matter of his birthday gift into his own hands.
“Hi love!” comes from somewhere on the higher level of the house.
Regulus brings the cake into the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket and quickly dispensing the celebratory sweet in the freezer before James sees it.
Not a moment after Regulus closes the drawer to grab a bowl of blueberries from the fridge James comes into the kitchen, huffing and cheeks flushed, a presumably heavy box of just…stuff in his arms that he must have gotten from the attic.
“James,” Regulus starts, blinking, “You were supposed to take the day off.”
His husband smacks a content kiss onto his cheek, grinning brightly. His glasses are smudged and sitting crookedly over his nose and Regulus is pretty sure he spotted a bit of spiderwebs in the mess of his hair.
“Ehh,” James makes dismissively, “I still felt restless after I hit the gym this morning once you left.”
He places the box down with a heavy thunk, petting its side like a horse—he’s such a dad, “And we’ve been wanting to get started on these babies after spring cleaning anyway, remember?”
Regulus rolls his eyes, fondness betraying him when the corners of his mouth tug upwards, “Mm, that might be true. Still it’s your birthd—”
Regulus halts.
“Love?” James looks at him inquiringly, hands propped on his hips.
On his very much naked hips. A palm length sliver of skin exposed between the indecently thin and short gym shorts and the—
“James, baby, what are you wearing?”
Oh, Regulus’ mouth is so, so dry.
“Huh?” James looks down at himself, shuffling in place before his head snaps back up to Regulus, “Oh! Yeah I found one of my old shirts from uni.” His husband snickers, giving a little twirl and shaking his hips from side to side like he isn’t currently taking five years off Regulus’ life expectancy.
“You–” Regulus stops again, eyes glued to the small swell of his stomach over the band of the white shorts, the dark hair splattered all over and coiling at the center, carving a path up and downwards. It’s downright indecent. His arms fill out the shirt just how they used to back in uni but with the difference that it’s more fat than muscle now—though Regulus knows well enough from personal experience how strong his husband still is. His pecs are visibly straining the material, the washed out, maroon letters spelling HOGWARTS cracking from the stretch.
Even more so when James leans back on his palms against the dining table, draping himself all prettily against the edge and smiling coyly, blinking doe brown eyes from under long lashes at Regulus as if he didn’t already have him warpped around his finger hook, line and sinker.
“Baby,” Regulus rasps and he barely recognises his own voice.
“Yeah, Reg?” James purrs, tilting his head and exposing the expanse of his neck.
“How long until Harry arrives?”
“An hour or two, depending on traffic,” James responds, voice all husky. Regulus is going to wreck him. Reduce him to a stuttering, squirting mess in the matter of half an hour, take his fucking word for it.
“Good enough,” Regulus grits out and then he crosses the distance in two long strides, already yanking at his tie.
They meet in a mess of parted lips, clicking teeth and tongues nudging, eager as ever, trying to lick into each other’s mouths and taste. Greedy for it, happily swallowing moans and tugging their bodies close. They slot into each other easily, practiced after all these years, decades and Regulus reckons that’s how they somewhat safely find their way onto the couch.
Regulus’ back hits the cushions with a soft oompf, barely time to gasp another breath and reach for his husband before James is straddling his lap, clasping Regulus’ stubbly jaw in warm, calloused palms and pulling him right back into their kiss. They don’t stay there for long with the way James is restlessly shifting on top of him, grinding his crotch right against the bulge in Regulus’ slacks, making them both groan.
At some point Regulus abandons James’ mouth in favor of kissing over the stubble of his cheek and jaw and latch onto his throat while simultaneously trying to get his stupid shirt buttons open. When the takes too long however James seems to grow impatient, batting his hands away and fumbling with them himself while they pant and grunt into each other’s mouths.
Regulus is nipping at James’ lower lip, already swollen and an obscene kiss bitten red and his husband makes a sound. Downright needy and he’s sitting there on top of Regulus, flushed and with that dazed look in his eyes, moaning like a little slut, so Regulus can’t quite help himself when he pulls one hand around and smacks James’ firmly on the bum.
It elicits a gasp, high pitched and followed by a long, drawn out moan and James sinking deeper into his lap, recapturing his mouth and desperately rutting down against where Regulus is hard and already throbbing. It’s a medical miracle, truly, that no matter how many times they’ve had sex, Regulus’ erection is always at its best form for James.
“Mnh,” James makes, their lips parting with a wet smacking noise, “Need you, baby.”
Regulus grunts, fingers digging harshly into the meat of James’ arse, “Slut.”
Just like expected, James whimpers, and so prettily at that. Eyebrows scrunching pitifully and he grinds once more, helplessly, “Please, please.”
“But of course, sweety,” Regulus relents easily, licking a hot stripe up his neck, along his jawbone and then right across his slack mouth, “Anything for the birthday boy.”
James moans in response, nodding his head frantically.
Regulus nods his head towards the end of the couch where the pillows are piled, “Scoot up.”
His husband does so dutifully and it doesn’t take longer than a second for Regulus to make James lift his hips and rip the sheer piece of nylon off and throw it over his shoulder, not quite surprised yet still horribly taken off guard by the lack of boxer briefs underneath.
Regulus is left with nothing to do but stare at the mess of wet, thick curls and pink fold glistening with James’ slick, spit pooling under his tongue in an instant. He grabs James’ ankles, settling them over his shoulders, trainers still on and letting his hands drive over white tennis socks, hairy shins and strong calves. Digging his thumb in there and relishing in the gasp he elicits from his husband that way, hips twitching with the suspense. Regulus strokes up his boney knees, massages the big muscle of his thighs, the hair tickling his palms softly, all the while letting himself pitch forward, making sure to spill warm breath over where James wants him most right now.
He goes further, letting his hands rake up and over his stomach, rucking the shirt up as he goes and tucking it over the swell of his pecks, exposing him for Regulus to play with.
James is panting, short little puffs of breath, brimming with excitement and barely refraining from whimpering on the way out each time.
Predictably, he breaks once Regulus lazily swirls a tongue around his exposed nipple, holding the eye contact and watching with satisfaction as James’ eyelids flutter. He can’t help but grin, nipping at the hardened nub before he retreats, settling himself comfortably between James’ thighs and without warning diving right in.
James positively screams the moment Regulus closes his lips around his cock, sucking him into his mouth and rolling him around between his lips until the bucking of his hips throws him off. Regulus hoists an arm over James’ hips, belting him down, and wastes no time inserting one finger into James’ searing wetness, sinfully hot inside.
“Ahh yesyes, please more, love, please m-hah—” James babbles, throwing his head back when Regulus drives into him with another finger, crooking them upwards and watching shamelessly as his husband’s precum pools all over his digits before diving back in to lick at his little cock.
He works them steadily up to each finger until he is four in deep, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of James and sucking and mouthing at the bundle of nerves until James’ noises grow an edge.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Regulus asks, muffled between licks, jaw aching slightly.
“Yeah, yeah, gonna– hnng,” James breaks off, screwing his eyes shut when Regulus gives a particularly harsh suck, noises obscenely loud.
He’s fisting the cushions like his life depends on it, white knuckling them in his grip, and it only takes a handful more thrusts and licks before James is shuddering through his first orgasm. Breaths coming quicker until he eventually breaks off into a keen, thighs quivering around Regulus’ head, squeezing at his skull and riding it out, grinding his cunt uncoordinatedly forward into Regulus’ face all the while convulsing around his fingers.
He squeezes in waves of pleasure and it makes Regulus so delirious that he blinks and the next thing he knows is him kneeling against James’ ass, belt undone, slacks shoved down just enough and prodding at his slick, puffy entrance with the head of his cock.
James is staring unblinkingly at the ceiling, mouth agape and pupils so dilated they’ve swallowed most of the beautiful, dark chocolate brown.
“Baby,” Regulus prompts, bending James’ knees towards his ears with a grunt, “Jamie, be a good boy and hold these there for me.”
His husband slowly blinks him back into focus, silently obliging and hooking his fingers into the bend of his knees—thank the higher powers James still does yoga once a week.
Regulus leans in, one hand holding him up off the couch, the other fisting around the length of him and smearing it through James’ wetness, “Now are you going to be able to be good and keep yourself wide open for me or are you already fucked too stupid, huh? An old man? Maybe we should postpone it for next year, ay papi, what do you say?”
James whines pathetically, rubbing his head into one of the throw pillows, knotting his black hair up even more before he swallows frantically, “No, Reg, pleaseplease, I can take it. Please, love, I’m gonna be good for you, I prom–Aah—”
Regulus bottoms out in one smooth thrust, vision dotting with black spots at the mind bending heat and vice grip James has on him, already pulsing around him shallowly.
He grants James a moment to get used to being full, slowly rocking his hips back and forth and listening for when his whimpers turn into soft moans, turning needy again, and then he reaches up to grip his chin, “Then take it, slut.”
The pace he picks up into is hard, not too fast but unforgiving and steady, a sure way to drive James crazy. Regulus nips his way along his husband’s chest, nuzzling his nose through chest hair and biting and licking at his dark nipples, tasting salt and sweat, feeling his cock twitch at the taste deep inside his husband.
When Regulus feels himself lose rhythm he hikes James’ legs impossibly higher, draping one of them over his shoulder before he starts spanking him again. The angle is awkward but it’s working, going off of the way James keeps jerking at the stinging contact, clenching around the length of Regulus and working himself into a frenzy, gasping and whimpering and groaning like he’s getting the best cock of his entire life.
“Touch yourself, baby,” Regulus demands, breath stuttering as he watches a fat tear roll down the side of James’ face, disappearing into the shorter hair at his temple.
Regulus keeps James’ thighs wide and open, rolling his hips with abandon, groaning and panting with every thrust, feeling sweat bead on his forehead and desperately trying not to lose control when James snakes a hand between his legs, frantically circling his cock while Regulus keeps pumping in and out of him.
“If you could only see yourself, baby,” Regulus grits out, “Fucking masterpiece, splayed out for me like this. Obliging my every demand, so fucking good, baby.”
James moans happily, tongue lolling out and without thinking Regulus sticks two of his fingers into his mouth, rubbing over his tongue and feeling the saliva coat them thickly.
“Can you go ahead and cum for me again, Jamie?”
James whines an affirmative around his digits, slurping messily, a trickle of drool trailing down the corner off his mouth.
“Think you’ll be a good boy and squirt all over me, baby? You know how much I love when you cum like that, hm?”
James breath hitches impossibly, eyes threatening to flutter shut as he nods deliriously.
Regulus quickly grabs him by the jaw, “Keep looking at me, James. I know you can do that for me, baby.”
And so he does.
On the next thrust James starts quivering again, fingers working furiously over his cock, mouth falling open around a silent scream and gazing Regulus right in the eyes as he pounds into him and James squirts around him. Spraying everywhere, absolutely in all directions and fucking messy, wetting Regulus’ torso and the couch—Regulus wouldn’t be surprised if the carpet wasn’t unscathed either.
That’s really all Regulus can take before his hips stutter in their pace and he buries himself deep inside James, letting the pulsing of his husband’s orgasm milk him dry as he spills and spills his cum into James for what feels like minutes on end.
At some point James lets his trembling legs back down, crossing his ankles tightly under Regulus’ bum as this one keeps jerking into his husband’s hole.
Once they’re both done Regulus is too exhausted to do anything else but collapse forward into James’ chest which he accepts with a happy hum.
They take a few minutes like this, James slowly coming to and starting to play with the curls at Regulus’ nape and Regulus breathing in the comforting scent of James, raking his short nails up and down the side of his ribcage.
After a while James presses a feebly kiss into the side of Regulus’ head, huffing out a big breath that makes Regulus rise with the motion of his chest before he snickers, “Well, happy fucking birthday to me.”
Regulus chuckles into the crook of James’ neck, dropping a kiss there before lifting and staring into his husband’s droopy eyes, “Yeah, happy fucking birthday to you, baby.”
#sirius arrives and is like: huh since when do you have a blanket draped over ur couch like that? that wasn't here two weeks ag-#jegulus#*gets forcefully elbowed by regulus*#jegulus microfic#jegulus oneshot#starchaser#sunseeker#james potter#regulus black#marauders#lune writes#lune’s tiny fic#trans james potter#ftm james potter#sub james potter#dom regulus black
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Regulus Black | Smut Drabble
Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, fingering, overstimulation, use of sexual language
”Well, aren’t you adorable,” Regulus called out from the door.
I hummed in response.
The smell of of the vanilla spiced chai tea hung on the air, even as the mug had cooled down; the half drunk liquid long forgotten on the table next to me.
I pressed my legs slightly closer to my chest, making room for Regulus on the couch, all the while, never raising my eyes from my book. My head was comfortably propped up by two cushions, as I laid on my side, nose buried between the worn out pages.
By no means, was it cold in my dorm room, but a cold shiver ran up my spine, as I reached an particularly thrilling part. The couch creaked under Regulus’s weight. I lifted my legs even higher, so that he would not sit on top of my toes, like I knew he would, had I given him the chance.
I squinted, and read a scentence over again. The room was dimly lit, from a few table lamps, and a tall, half burnt candle.
I could vaguely sense the delighted smile on Regulus’s face, and I shifted again, allowing my elbow to rest on the cushion as well.
My skirt had been rising up whilst my movements, and even so, my position; knees high up my stomach, made my bottom visible to Regulus’s roaming eyes.
At first, he tried to be subtle about it, a hand ghosting over my thigh, trailing his fingers at the hem of my school skirt. But his patiece was on a short fuse — He had not seen me almost all day, stuck in Quidditch practises and catching up on schoolwork — In his mind, he begged for attention.
And he knew how he would get it.
The corner of his mouth twitched, when I let out a strangled gasp, once his fingers came down to rub me through my panties.
”Regulus,” I called his name, to reprimand him, but he only moved his fingers more determinated, in slow circles.
”What is it love?” He asked gently, his calm voice soft, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of mockery in his words.
I bit my cheek, and moved my eyes back to my book, insistent on consentrating on it.
But how could I, when his cool fingers came to slip past my underwear, to touch my bare skin, and circle his fingers on top of my clit. I let out a muffled sigh, and my leg twitched.
”Shh,” Regulus cooed.
His fingers teased my entrance, as his other hand flipped the hem of my skirt up, so it was complitely out of the way. He used two of his fingers, to slightly push inside me, but then pull out and circle around it.
I breathed heavier, my fingers clutching to the book, even though I had stopped reading it.
Finally, he inserted the two fingers inside of me, and I let out a cry; of satisfaction, or maybe relief, and my thighs pressed together tighter. But not for long, because then, he used his other hand to cram up between my thighs, and pull the upper one to rest on his lap, so my legs would be slightly parted.
Then he got to work. He pulled his fingers slowly out, and pushed them back in forcefully, making me gasp in the process.
His fingers moved relentlessly, curling inside me, in their mission to find my sweet spot. And when Regulus did, he did not try and hide the smirk on his face.
A moan slipped out from me, as I clenched down on his fingers. The book made a sound as it dropped to the floor, slipping from my trembling fingers.
”Regulus,” I murmured his name, eyes closing.
”Y/n,” he called my name, making me open my eyes, and see him. His eyes were fixated on mine, in such a simple, yet burning gaze. I would have shut my eyes again, if I only had dared. But the curve of his jaw, and the proud smile on his lips, made my head spin, as the desire to see all of him, grew incomprehensible.
It was only when I came around his fingers, that my eyes screwed shut again.
I squaled, when his fingers did not stop moving after.
”Regulus!” I complained loudly, as my walls clenched down repeatedly, my arm gripping onto the cushion so hard, my fingers started to grow numb.
”You can come once more for me, can’t you love?” He hummed, praising me to come again.
His hand rubbed the leg that was on his lap, trying to calm the shaking of it.
”I can’t,” I insisted shakily, letting out strangled whines.
But the sensitiveness from my first orgasm was still present, and it didn’t take long for the second one to come. This time his fingers slowed their pace, helping me through it.
My leg wouldn’t stop shaking, even after coming down from the orgasm, and Regulus leaned down to press a light kiss on my forehead, and trailed his fingers in my hair and jawline.
”So beautiful,” he mumbled. He brushed a strand of my hair away from my face. ”I want to be inside you, can you do that for me?”
I hesitated for a moment, but it had been so long, and the thought of him naked, on top of me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, I could not refuse him.
I never could.
I nodded, whining out a small ’yes’.
Regulus stood from the couch, unbuttoning his pants, and the shirt; slowly.
He was in no rush, even though the throbbing in his pants had grown painful. He took his time to slide my panties away, and then moved my body so I was laid on my back, legs wide for him.
”Please, be gentle,” I begged, my voice quivering.
He came to hover above me, arms touching every part of me they could reach.
”So sensitive,” he hummed while continuing to trace his fingers across my folds. He was smiling, and his eyes seemed to be in sort of haze. I bit my lip trying to make steadying breaths.
”Keep your legs open for me, and keep making those sweet sounds and I will be,” he promised me then.
He lined himself and slipped in, inch by inch. I gripped onto his hair at the nape of his neck, while his hands rested on each side of my face.
He groaned once he was fully inside me, and let his head droop down to my chest. I could feel the breaths he made on my skin and skimmed my fingers down his back.
He adjusted my legs so they were around his hips before he started pulling out, and then thrusted back in.
He moved in a steady rythm, gently, like he had promised. And I moaned and whined softly into his ear, like I had promised in exchange. His lips peppered soft kisses into the side of my neck.
The dying flame of the candle flickered, and moved on it’s thread, like it would when a slight breeze of a wind would blow around it. But this time, it was our movements, causing it to dance and swirl endlessly.
I cried out when I came for the third time, and Regulus moaned in sync. His breaths came uneven, and his curls had fallen onto his forehead, where I would brush them back.
”I love you,” he said.
And I loved him too, always had. And in that moment, I did not flinch back from those words, like I sometimes would, but instead; smiled, and repeated them back to him.
He had pulled out, but did not move to rise up from ontop of me. I drew circles on his back, and tried keeping my legs still, relaxing them by his sides.
His mouth moved lazily across my face and mouth, tasting me, and taking in the softness of me.
He stayed like that for a while;
Lettering purple bruises down my neck, lower on the collarbone, and lower still; to my breasts. Conveying the matter to anyone who might see, that he was so desperate to uphold, and cherish;
She’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine…
#regulus black#regulus x reader#regulus x y/n#regulus imagine#regulus smut#harry potter#hogwarts#slytherin#smut#regulus#dark acadamia aesthetic#dark academia#i don’t know what i’m doing
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Sweater
A/N: I actualy enjoyed reading this one but I never wanted to read it through because I’m really lazy. I know there are sentances and words I don’t like but idc. Hope you guys like it and all the love <3 (ALSO YOUNG JENSEN ACKLES AS REMUS?????? COME ON???? (he also hot now))
REQUEST: i'd like to request a one shot in which Sirius has a sister in ravenclaw who isn't prejudice like her family but isn't as loud mouthed accepting as her brother & they don't get along but some how she finds herself falling for her idiot brother's friend remus which she's baffled by because how could she like anyone stupid enough to tolerate her drama queen of a brother voluntarily 24/7 even if he's as smart & dreamy as remus
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It was as if you were strangers. It was as if all three of you were three different poles of the Earth. The youngest, Regulus, was the South pole, the oldest, Sirius, was North pole and you, the middle child, were the equator. The middle. The mediator. You weren’t as South orianted as Regulus was; always obeying, following and being the polished trophy on your parents’ shelf but you also weren’t as North as your brother Sirius- always pushing their buttons, waiting for your mother to explode and then feed on that.
You obeyed... sometimes.
You rebelled... sometimes.
You were neutral and sometimes that was a good thing, sometimes that was the loneliest feeling in the world.
When Sirius was still living with you, there would be moments where your mother and father would praise Regulus and the two of you would just give each other that look- look that just tells everything and later tease little Reggie (as both of you liked to call him). But then again there would be moments where your parents would just scream and talk down on Sirius, leaving you and Regulus in an uncomfortable position. Sirius and Regulus would both be compared but you were just there. Like a void. Nobody paid attention to you, nobody acknowledged your presence. You could have murdered someone and they wouldn’t care in the world. And when Sirius left all of those moments were just giving you a lonely pit in your stomach.
You were furious at your brother for leaving, crying, just being so aggrevated you wanted to murder him and James Potter but then you accepted it. Your brother wrote you and he kept writing you until you replied- which you eventually did, sending him a Howler. First day of school and he just burst in your comparment being annoying until you talked to him or laughed with him. He just annoyed the anger out of you. It didn’t leave, no, it was still there but it was smaller and you always goaded him with it.
He hadn’t had much luck with Regulus. Mostly because he was a Slytherin and Sirius just couldn’t, for the love of God, deal with Slytherins, let alone be in their presence. You were a Ravenclaw, meaning you were easier to get to than your younger brother.
You all still lived pretty divided life. You were close with both them, Sirius somehow more since Regulus despised that you and Sirius were on talking terms and he wasn’t. With months passing, he barely even talked to you. He did but it was so faint that it was worse than not talking.
But again, you were the equator. The middle.
“Oh how I love my little Ravenclaw sister, who has done nothing but bring me so much joy and love.” Sirius hugged you from behind, leaning his head on yours. “Beautiful, smart- just a peachy rainbow in the sky.”
“You must be reading Poe.” you said unfazed, putting a spoonfull of mushroom-cream soup in your mouth.
“Actually.” he breathed in a sharp breath, sitting beside you and smiling forcefully. “I’m not reading Poe and also not reading my Divination book, which has all the subjects and information for my Why do dreams affect wizards stronger than Muggles essay.” he leaned his head on the side, watching you with pleading eyes.
“You must be keen on writing it.” you continued to play daft.
“Funny... um...Well...I...” he tried to form a sentance. “I WAS planning on writing it, you know? For my good well-built brain but- khm.” he cleared his throat, leaning forward and looking at you with his eyes....his red, puffy eyes and you just knew.
“Oh Merlin.” you burried your head in your palms. “Again?”
“It was one smoke, sissy.” he lied and after seeing your murderous glare, he corrected himself. “Maybe more than one. I stopped counting after one.”
“You are an utter dumbass.”
“Point proven on many occasions- so would you do what I ask you of??” his voice continued to get higher with each word, implying into you writing an essay for him, “Pleaseeee.” he whispered, dragging the letter ‘e’ with his breath.
“Sirius...” you looked at him worriedly. “Why are you doing this?”
“Don’t sissy. Please.” he shook his head. “Later, please.”
“I’ll murder you later. Why doesn’t one of your friends do it?”
“Who says they didn’t do this with me?” he forced a smile on his face again, acting so innocent but it was as looking mischief in it’s face.
“I’ll do for you for the last time and in return we will have to talk. No outs, you have to promise me this, Sirius-” he grabbed your head by the sides and pulled it to kiss your forehead, beaming at you.
“I fooking love you, baby sis.” he jumped on his feet and started jumping away. “Love you!”
You laughed, shaking your head at the idiot.
“I wish he’d say that to me.” your friend said in front of you, letting you form a grimaced look on your face as she continued to look at him dreamily. “Imagine that bum-”
“oKAY!” you got up and grabbed your sweater. “I just lost my apetite. See you when you wash your brain.” you walked out of the Great Hall, grimacing at your friend back in the Great Hall and sobering up after feeling a cold breeze touching your bare arms and making you put your sweater on.
But just as you pulled it over your head, you saw broad chest in front of you and before you could stop, it was too late- You were already in someone’s hold.
“I’m so sorry-” you looked up to see his emerald eyes illuminating the crescent. “Remus.” you smiled and he took a step back, licking his lips and smiling back.
He was attractive. You can give him that. He was wearing grey sweatpants, which he never wore and a red Gryffindor sweater that hung on his body just perfectly. His hair was for once messy and his eyes were not red as your brother’s but free- Yes, in one word...they were free.
“(y/n).” he said so lazily, rolling it off his tongue after letting it sit there for a taste.
“You’re high.” you smiled cheekly and crossed your arms over your chest.
“And you’re cute.” he blurted out but continued to smile. Surprised, the smile on your cheeks disappeared and you felt an enormous amount of heat reach your cheeks. He took a step forward, stretching his long arm until his palm was against the wall. Excatly then you realized your back was against the cold white wall. “Really cute.” he continued to speak slowly, careful not to sound tongue-tied.
“Remus- uhm.” you tried to speak but as soon as you looked up at those eyes, your stomach turned into a knot and your heart jumped to your throat. He was so attractive- his look was provocative, his smirk erroticaly dangerous.
“Yes?” he tilted his head to the side, pretending to be confused when knowing just how much he flustered you.
“I- I-” you stuttered as he kept coming close, his elbow resting where his palm did, his nose only a milimeter away, his breathing in sync with yours. His lips were so close to yours and they were pulling you closer- like a magnet you felt the pull on your lips and just before your upped lip could touch his, you heard a clattering sound from afar, sobering you up and making you pull away. “I gotta go.” you said, looking up at his grinning face and slipping out of his hold.
Your cheeks were so hot at the moment that the sweater felt like an oven.
“Wait!” you heard him shout, causing you to stop in your tracks and turn around.
He was shirtliess.
Why in hell was he shirtless?
“Take it.” he said, offering you his sweater.
“Remus, I have a sweater.” you said, trying to keep your eyes away from his abs.
How in hell can a man, who does nothing but seat behind books have such chiseled abs?
“I want you to have my sweater.” he said and at this point you could hear his words tripping over one another.
“Why?” you asked, smiling at him- a bit confused a bit amused.
He was close to you again, his chest against yours with only a ball of his sweater between the two of you.
‘Merlin he smells good.’ - you heard yourself in your own head, taking a deep breath of his scent into your nostrills.
“Because...” he looked down at his sweater, turning it in his hand. “I want you to look cute in my sweater.”
“You want me to look cute in your sweater?” you quirked an eyebrow.
He shook his head, narrowing his eyes and smirking again. “I want to see you in my sweater.” he said firmly and determined.
“You’re high-” you tried to brush it off but his hand went up to your cheek, brushing away the fallen strand of your braid. You kept looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes and that just caused him to chuckle.
“I’m high but at least I know what I want.” his voice got deep, husky and seductive. “And I’ve got my eyes on it for quite some time now.” he leaned forward. forcing the sweater in your hands and causing you to grab it with clenched fingers. “I want to see you in my sweater.” he growled, his eyes blazing into yours until he pulled away and started walking to his house, leaving you speechless and out of your mind.
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You got to your dorm with his sweater in your hands and mind stuck somewhere between what the fuck just happened and Remus’ abs.
So many questions filled your head, so many pictures you have never thought until now and you were still like a boiling tomato. You walked to your bed and sat on it. His red Gryffindor sweater was in your lap and your eyes fixated on it. You got up, sat back down, got back up, looked on the sweater, thought of his abs, sat back down and laid on your back.
“What the fuck?” you mumbled to yourself, smelling his scent come off his sweater. You turned your head to the side and saw it laying there, such an innocent object yet filled with so much... thoughts.
Of course, you always had liked Remus since he seemed to be the most normal out of all four of them. He dated a girl or two but it never lasted. He used to be lanky boy with tidy hair, always smiling or with his nose buried in a book. He was the responsible one, he was the no trouble one- so who the hell was the person you just bumped into in the corridor because it definetly wasn’t the Remus you knew?
You kept smelling his scent- his wonderful masculine scent and it just drove you insane. You grabbed the sweater and threw it in your warderobe.
You have to write an essay for your brother. You have to write an essay for his best best best best best friend in the world, your idiotic brother.
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You stood at the top of the stairs and just kept watching down. ‘What if Remus is in there? - Why should you care?- You shouldn’t. He probably does not remember. He was high on his ass.’
You took a few steps than stopped.
‘But doesn’t he wonder why he was shirtless? - He could remember. It’s not like the cannabis plant can take away your memory. Its main psychoactive ingredient, THC, stimulates the part of your brain that responds to pleasure, like food and sex. That unleashes a chemical called dopamine, which gives you a euphoric, relaxed feeling.’
‘Yes. He was relaxed. He was chill. He was - fuck, he can remember. ‘
You turned around and went a step down, then stopped again.
‘You know what? No.’ - you told yourself and turned back around. ‘I’m a chill person. I’m relaxed. I can play just as dirty as he can.’ you then turned back around went up to your dorm, took off your sweater and dragged his from your own warderobe. You put it on, letting his strong scent wash all over you and cause goosebumps to appear on your skin. Warmth washed your body like a hot shower and you felt a smile form on your lips.
Looking at the mirror and seeing your naive smile looking back at you, you sobered your infatuated expression and proudly walked to the Gryffindor tower. Your brother already sent you the password this morning so it was easy getting in.
You didn’t even try to think, only knocked twice as you always did and barged in.
All heads popped up and you tried to ignore all three of them, focusing on your brother and making your way towards him.
A big bright smile appeared on his lips and he jumped off the bed. “Oh Merlin!” He kept jumping on his toes excitedly, taking the papers from your hands. “It looks so beautiful and so pure.” he kept jumping to his desk and put in in a drawer. “You deserve a hug, my dear sister.”
“Sirius.” you put your hand up as he tried to approach you. “I will kick you if you try.”
“Ah, come on. Sibling love.” he opened his arms again but you continued to narrow your eyes.
“I will kick you, Sirius Orion Black and you will not be able to get up.” you warned and he laughed.
He turned to the others and pointed his finger at one of them. “She’s right. That happened already once. “ you followed the direction of his finger and locked your eyes with his emerald ones.
Sirius voice became part of the background and all you could see was his seductive eyes, watching you with a playful curve on his lips. You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back and raising an eyebrow, accepting his daring challange.
He was surprised to say the least. The corner of his mouth draw closer to his cheek and a dimple formed on the side of it. He locked his fingers together and put his hands behind his head with his elbows pointing out. The hem of his shirt exposed his light skin, the biceps tensing and his shirt outlining his chest.
You lost because you felt your whole body collapse from the sight. It was so innocent but so cruel.
You turned your head to the side, seeing James saying something and when you unmuted the background you heard him arguing with Sirius.
“It is unfair.”
“Life is unfair.”
“She’s a Ravenclaw and those spit on a paper and BAM! Essay!”
“She’s a gift.” Sirius turned to you with a prideful look in his eyes, smiling girlishly.
“And you’re a pain in my arse.” you snarled, letting all four boys laugh. “You owe me, brother. “
“I really do not have talent for school but if you ever need a partner in crime, you can always give me a bell.” he winked, walking towards you and rufflinf your braid.
“Ger’ off!” you pushed his arm away. “Twat.”
He turned his head to laugh at you but his eyes directed themselves on your sweater. He pointed his finger on it and narrowed his eyes. “That’s not my sweater.” he said seriously. “And it’s not theirs either because I wrote their initials on it with black ink.”
You looked down on your sweater, innocently as you could.”Hmm...” you wondered. “Don’t know.” you looked up at him, smiling wickedly.
His face got extremely stern, humorless. “It’s a Gryffindor sweater, little sister.”
“So I’ve noticed.”
“Who is it?”
“None of your busniess.”
“None-” he scoffed. “NOne oF mY bUsinEsS.” he kept scoffing, shook and looking around.
Your eyes glanced at Remus and he kept grinning, clearly enjoying the current scene in front of him. He winked at you, you smiled and turned back to Sirius.
“I don’t go into your crazy business.”
“It’s different. Just tell me who it is. I won’t do-”
“Well, Sirius. You sort of left us so my business is clearly not to be shuffled by your long crooked nose especially when you get to call me only when you need something from me.” you snapped at him, leaving him speechless. “So yeah. It is none of your business.” and with that you left the dorm, feeling a pit eat your stomach.
‘I should have just told him it was Remus’ . What could he do about it, anyway? Stop being my brother? He stopped being that the moment he decided to leave and never come back.’
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You felt the guilt eat you from the inside out. Of course, you and Sirius always poked each other but sometimes when he got under your skin, you spat out all the wrongs he ever done you.��
But it was true. Deep down inside you, you felt abandoned by your older brother, who has always had the need to protect both you and Regulus but he left. He left and that was selfish of him.
“That was a bit harsh, what you said there.” someone snapped you out of your thoughts and before you could turn around, he was already next to you, smirking.
You quirked your lip and looked down on your book. “About his long crooked nose? He’s probably looking at the mirror as we speak.” you said and he laughed beside you.
“You know...” he put his head on his palm and smiled. “He did all morning.” he laughed and you joined him, giggling yourself and closing your book.
“So what are you doing here?” you asked, placing your hands on the book in front.
He looked down on them, seeing the sleeves of his sweater cover both of your palms, leaving only fingers curved in. He licked his lips, feeling such satisfaction of you in his oversized hoodie that he completely forgot on your question.
“You know, if I didn’t clean this Gryffindor sweater, Sirius would flip out on both of us?” he said and you raised an eyebrow, amused by his sudden nervous act.
“Why would he?”
“Because you’re his little sister.”
“And you’re his best friend.” you said, crossing your arms and leaning on your chair. “Which I have always wondered how could someone as smart as you be with someone as idiotic as my brother?”
He mirrored your position and chuckled. “I’ve been wondering that same thing for all seven years but then again, when I look at your brother, I know that I can trust him.” he put his arms on his knees, crossing them and leaning forward to you.
You tilted your head to the side and uncrossed your arms. “As if you have something to hide...” you narrowed your eyes, mirroring his position. “Do you, Remus John Lupin?”
“Well, if you must know I’m a werewolf and we all go running through the woods on a full moon.” he said jokingly and you laughed.
“Yeah right.” you leaned back.
“It’s true. James is a stag, Peter is a mouse and Sirius is-”
“An ass.”
“Unfortunately a dog.”
“Well, we all can’t get everything, can we?”
“No.” he laughed, draping one hand over the chair and leaning on the side. His eyes locked on yours, digging deep inside with his green diamonds... smiling stealthily. “No, we can’t.”
You felt bubbling in your stomach, your cheeks getting red due to his blazing gaze and your whole throat go sore. “Uhm-” you cleared your throat, looking away shly then locking back your eyes with his, this time bravely. “You still didn’t answer my question.”
“Which one?”
“What are you doing here?”
“Oh.” he chuckled, leaning forward again so his eyes could dig into yours and his hands took a hold of your own. His fingers slid under the sleeves and his thumbs carrased the back of your hands.
You felt your fingers tangle with his long ones and the heat on your cheeks rise as he pulled you close. “So?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” he answered, getting closer until his nose brushed against yours.
It was.
“No.” you smirked and he raised an eyebrow. “I think I’ll need more clues.” your fingers untangled from his and your arms slid up his thighs, triggering him to crash his lips into yours and pull you into his lap. His hands went to your hips as yours went up to his hair, deepening the kiss and feeling him smile.
You pulled away, looking at his hungry eyes. “What?”
“That a good clue for you?” he stretched a grin on his face and you rolled your eyes, unable to stop smiling.
“That was a clue?” you teased and he chuckled.
“Not good enough?” he started to kiss your neck and you felt your head fall back. You felt your fingers cramp from tugging his shirt so strongly, barely breathing but it wasn’t until you heard something fall among the shelves that caught both of your attention.
Both of you turned your head to the source, both dazed and confused.
“James?” you heard Remus in front of you.
“Moony- what the fuck?”
“Umm...” you heard Remus humm and looking up at you.
“Don’t look at me.” you laughed and his eyes narrowed.
“Pads’ sister? Really? From all the girls, you had to chose your best friend’s sister?” James started to scold him, leaving you to hold your laugh.
“Not my fault I am irresistable.” you got up from his lap and started grabbing your books.
“I’m telling Padfoot.” said James, making Remus stand up and point his finger at James.
“You try that and I’ll kill you.”
“Not if Pads kills your first.” James grinned, backing away and running out of the library.
Remus tried to go after him but you took him by the arm and pulled him back. He turned to you as if ‘what the hell are you doing?’ but honestly, you didn’t care. “Let him go.”
“I’ll be dead.”
“James won’t say a thing.”
“You clearly don’t know James.”
“Probably but it’s not like this should be a secret- should it be?” you asked and he smiled, wrapping his arms around you.
“I don’t know. I kind of like this.” he said, making you relax at the sound of his sincere voice.
“You do?” you asked, clearly doubting his words, no matter how sincere they sounded.
“Don’t you?”
“You keep answering my questions with questions.” you stated and he laughed.
“Well, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Well, then so do I.”
“And Sirius?”
“I think Sirius would-”
“IT WAS YOUR SWEATER!” you heard a shout from the shelves and both of your turned to see Sirius standing there with wide, shocked eyes.
“Speaking of the Devil.” you rolled your eyes. “Guess, I really was wrong about James.”
“And I was right... clearly.”
“YOU CLEANED THE INK?!” he continued to shout, pointing his finger at Remus. “IT WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE US MATCH!!”
“And here you were worried about him being mad about you and me snogging in the library.” you smiled, leaving Remus chuckling.
“Wait for it.”
“AND FROM ALL THE BOYS YOU DECIDED TO TAKE MY BOY?”
“You’re mad at me?!” you perplexed, looking at your brother with wide eyes and hearing Remus laugh beside you.
“BLOODY HELL I AM!” he started pointing his finger at you. “And my nose is not CROOKED!”
“I think it’s a little crooked.” you started to tease.
“If I look closely, you might be right.” Remus joined you.
Sirius gasped and took a hold of his nose. “You both deserve each other.” he stormed out of the room, leaving both of you laughing a few moments before returning back and taking a look at the two of you, smiling kindly. “I’m happy for both of you, just so you know.”
You smiled at your brother, feeling Remus’ hand on your back as he pulled you close and look down on you. “ I’m happy too.”
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“I knew I shouldn’t have fucking listened to you,” Zephyr grumbled in complaint as he caught sight of a few familiar faces at the other end of the pub, laughing and having a good time and basically exuding the exact opposite sort of energy that Zephyr himself was feeling. Sighing, he dropped himself in a stool at the bar and burying his head in his arms, not intent on pretending to be happy to be there or in going to socialize.
They weren’t Zephyr’s friends, after all, they were his.
“It’s not that bad,” Pandora said soothingly as she perched on the stool next to him and reached out to rub his back, her nails catching on the back of his shirt. “You need to start getting back out instead of shutting yourself up at home.”
Lifting his head from his arms, Zephyr glared at her. “Unless you’re going to say something about getting me wasted,” He declared, “I really don’t want to hear about it.”
Pandora was trying to help, he knew that because he didn’t think she had a simple malicious bone in her body. And besides, she was probably a friend of sorts, although definitely not one that he’d ever expected to make.
It had been his suggestion to read the Quibbler since Zephyr was incapable of reading a single article of the Daily Prophet without finding some part of it to rip apart with criticism, but that wasn’t actually how he met Pandora. It was probably more Reg’s fault than anything else, because he met Gilderoy through Regulus and then Gil was Pandora’s ex, so Pandora was like a friendly associate once removed or something, but it was just easier to call her a friend.
Remus also knew the guy Pandora was dating, but that wasn’t the point.
Besides, Pandora might do that disappointed, but still understanding face of hers if Zephyr called her an associate instead of a friend and he just couldn’t deal with that, especially not lately. His weak spot for sweet hearts and cinnamon rolls was too wide and if he could yank out that weakness, he just might do it.
He was fucking pining and it was pathetic. No wonder Pandora was the only one that would put up with him.
“What can I get you?” The bartender asked and somehow even that question was offensive, irritation flashing through Zephyr’s system and prompting him to think something rude and dismissive.
“He’ll have a beer, please, and do you have wine?”
Oh, Pandora.
She still hadn’t stopped rubbing Zephyr’s back and he supposed the bartender could have been asking her for her order, a fact that mollified him slightly as he listed to their conversation with detached interest. He didn’t really care what she ordered for him, beer would be fine - beer was great, actually, because it was Zephyr’s favorite and it wasn’t his drink of choice.
He didn’t even ask how Pandora knew his favorite drink. He didn’t really care.
“Don’t you want to go talk to any of them?” She asked as her hand fell away from his back and Zephyr knew who she meant and thought he deserved a reward for not pretending otherwise.
See, he wasn’t being difficult at all.
“No.” He told her resoundingly… or more accurately, told the wood of the bar since he didn’t bother lifting his head. “I want to flip off their entire existence.”
There was the sound of Pandora sighing and Zephyr begrudgingly opened one eye and lifted his head a little bit to look at her expression. That was likely not a Pandora approved sentiment and it simply reinforced what he’d told her earlier when she first decided they were going out for the night, that he wasn’t good company.
“If you can go sit with them if you want. Go talk, have fun.” Zephyr told her, waving a hand in their general direction to usher her off. Just because she wanted to go out didn’t mean she had to be out with him. He really wasn’t good company and he didn’t need Pandora babysitting him out of some need to do a good deed.
“I’ll be sticking with you for the night,” Pandora said, not even glancing in the direction of the others that were actually having a good time and not being a stick in the mud. Pandora didn’t even seem to be thinking anything unkind about him because she was a saint like that.
It took a saint to put up with him, clearly.
The bartender brought them their drinks and set them down on the bar, his bottle of beer and what Zephyr presumed to be Pandora’s wine set down with care. “Put it on my tab,” Zephyr said, lifting a hand in the air before the bartender rushed off without any fanfare, not willing to serve as witness to Zephyr’s moping and Pandora’s soothing comfort.
“That was very kind of you, such a gentleman,” Pandora chirped, sounding impossibly pleased over what was just a glass of wine. “You’re being very -”
“If you say chivalrous, I swear to god I will leave.”
A pause, but then Pandora said without the slightest sense of hesitation in her voice, “I was going to say nice.”
If it wasn’t for the fact that Pandora was nice, he’d call her a liar.
Sighing, Zephyr pushed himself up on his elbows and reached out to curl his fingers around his beer bottle, taking a sip and somehow finding himself surprised by the taste. A quick glance at the label showed that it wasn’t the brand he was used to, but it didn’t really matter. It was still beer.
“So how long am I supposed to stay here before you’re satisfied? I’ll commit to a drink, but you’re not getting anymore out of me than that.” Zephyr warned her as he looked back over his shoulder to start at the exit…
And to see him walk in.
“Oh, jesus fucking christ,” Zephyr groaned, because he looked good. He looked liked his skin was probably warm under his sweater, like he probably smelled good, like his hair would fluff up if Zephyr ran his fingers through it. It was a truly terrible, gut churning thing and Zephyr turned back around to face the bar and let his head thunk down against the solid surface. “Life sucks and I hate this bar.”
“Oh, my.”
It was obvious when Pandora saw him and Zephyr did not think she truly understood the gravity of the situation, the sound of her wine glass being set back down on the bar not nearly loud enough to drown out the pounding of his heart.
“Is that really all you can say?” He asked as he kept his head buried, affronted that Pandora was treating it so lightly when it was entirely her fault he was in the situation. He shouldn’t have let her drag him out, it was stupid and pointless anyway.
He wasn’t a shut in, he got out for order meetings, he went out if they had something they thought he’d be good at, he did his job. He functioned.
And then he went home and Zephyr thought he was goddamn entitled to stay there if he wanted to.
“Are you going to go talk to him?” Pandora asked and Zephyr nearly knocked over his beer when he straightened back up.
“No!” He said forcefully before leaning into her and hissing, “Have you lost your mind?”
Then he added, bitterly, “He’d probably here to see his boyfriend.”
When Pandora sighed at him, it almost seemed fond. “It wouldn’t be that bad.”
“It would definitely be that bad,” Zephyr argued as he buried his hands in his hair and sighed, trying to keep from looking over at him.
“Maybe you’re right.” Pandora said, and this time she was the one that sighed. “I guess love can make some people into cowards…”
Head jerking up, Zephyr glared at her. He knew he was being played, he knew it and yet her words rankled to the point that it was hard to care. “Take that back.” He muttered, scowling.
“No.” She shrugged. “I’m right.”
“I hate you.”
Pandora had the audacity to laugh. “No, you don’t,” She said with certainty. “And he does hate you. Go talk to him.”
Gritting his teeth, Zephyr hesitated before letting out a huff, “Fine.”
He pretended not to hear Pandora clapping as he walked off.
#If I had to write about Pandora cheating on Alaric I would CRY#so you get this instead#a: Pandora#pandorakane#a: I'll be as honest as you let me
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Chapter Four: Secrets and Starlight
Three days later and Christmas had come. It was a Tuesday evening, and the night of the dance. Hermione came into the Common Room just after seven, an irritated Draco in tow. Hermione looked lovely in soft, floaty, rose-colored dress robes and matching shoes. Her hair was done up elegantly and she wore a delicate gold necklace.
Draco would have looked amazing as well in his beautiful green robes and expensive shoes, if he hadn’t been scowling quite so forcefully.
“Where did you get him?” Ron asked, and then, “What have you been doing to him?”
“Nothing,” Hermione said quickly. She went on, “I collected him from his dormitory.” She said as Draco rolled his eyes, “He’s going to the dance with us.”
Ron laughed, “Well, ‘course his is, but ‘why does he look like he’s got a toothache?’ is my question.”
Harry got the feeling that they’d talked about something on the way and didn’t want to share. He was curious as to what they could have discussed to make Draco look quite that angry or Hermione quite that flustered, but Harry dutifully steered the conversation into safer waters, and was rewarded with a grateful look from Hermione that confirmed his suspicions.
For the next hour they talked and laughed, Draco included, though he seemed to be avoiding looking at anyone. Harry, at least, couldn’t seem to catch his eye.
Ginny had gone to the dance with some seventh year boy named Jerard so Ron, Hermione, Draco, and Harry had determined to go as a group. When they set off to the ball room the four of them walked together, but by the time they reached the dance hall Hermione and Ron had broken off. Harry didn’t blame them.
Ron and Hermione danced nearly every dance. Harry danced with Hermione once, and Ginny once. Draco, to everyone’s surprise (especially given their supposed argument earlier) asked Hermione.
A brave Ravenclaw seventh year Harry didn’t know, but who was apparently called ‘Thanatos,’ came up to talk to Draco and meet Harry. It turned out Thanatos was in Advanced Herbology with Neville and Draco had been partnered with them early in the semester. He spoke in a charming, open way until the next dance started, and then invited Draco onto the floor, startling Harry and Draco alike.
Harry watched them enter the dance floor, bemused. He’d never thought much about how the wizarding world might view same-sex pairs, but judging by the way not a single person looked twice at the dancing boys, Harry concluded that it must be welcomed. He’d assumed that purebloods at least would be unreceptive to the idea, so much of their world seemed to revolve around bloodlines and strategic procreation, but Draco had not hesitated to take Thanatos up on his offer.
It is just a dance. He was a handsome guy, Harry thought, despite the terrible name. Thanatos was over a head taller than Draco, with black skin and bold, striking features. He and Draco seemed to be enjoying themselves, and they looked quite the pair.
When the dance ended and Thanatos’ date, a pretty girl in blue robes, reclaimed him Draco went to the punch bowl. Over the next few dances he seemed to return to his original state of vague discomfort.
Harry himself was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable. He felt as though all of the girls, and some of the boys now that he noticed, were watching him far too closely. He wondered if they were all hoping he’d ask them to dance. It didn’t help when Ron and Hermione came over to talk to him.
“Reminds me of sixth year,” Ron said suddenly, “you remember when girls started trying to slip you love potions?”
Ron and Hermione re-joined the party soon and Harry took a moment to talk to Hagrid before going to get a drink. The room was becoming steadily louder. He was feeling increasingly warm. He thought his robes were trying to suffocate him.
He took a drink, which did nothing to sooth either the feeling of suffocation or his flushed face, and absently wondered where Draco had got to. He scanned the room once, twice, but found that Draco was not there. He started to feel a bit panicked.
What if he’d gone for a walk alone? What if someone had seen him and followed? How long would he be hospitalized this time?
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“Malfoy. What are you doing in here?” Harry asked, relief flooding his voice.
“What are you doing in here?”
Looking for you. “Uh… I saw the door ajar.”
“And what were you doing outside the Great Hall?”
“Walking.”
“Right.”
They looked at each other for a moment, then Draco, from his place on the floor in the center of the Hall, turned his face up to the ceiling, resuming the attitude he’d had when Harry entered. He said nothing else.
Harry hesitated, and then walked over to sit next to him. Draco said nothing. The ceiling showed a cloudless, moonless night. Silver-white starlight lit the Great Hall in a way that was wonderfully dreamlike. Harry looked over at Draco casually, and caught his breath.
There was something elegant about Draco’s sharp, straight features at the best of times, but now, with the blasted light from the too-bright stars glancing off his cheekbones and pooling in his eyes... Harry was a bit mesmerized. The minutes passed as shadows played across Draco’s face and neck while Harry did his best not to stare.
His best must not have been good enough because Draco tore his eyes from the enchanted sky to give Harry a questioning look, one eyebrow raised.
“Draco’s a constellation, right?” Harry said suddenly. Draco blinked.
“Yeah,” his trademark sneer was spreading across his pale, white face, now turned silver by the night sky, “I forgot you’ve always been useless at astronomy.”
“We never studied const-- ” he broke off, seeing Draco’s smirk deepen, “you know what? I think I remember now.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. I’ll bet you ten galleons I can find Draco in the sky. Right now.”
“You’re on.”
Harry pretended to consider the heavens while secretly closing his fingers around his wand.
“Go on, then, Potter. Where is it?” Draco challenged.
Levicorpus! Harry thought, pointing his wand at Draco under his sleeve.
Draco let out a loud curse as he was drug up by the ankle, his wand was drawn before he came to a stop, dangling from midair. Harry struggled to keep his face blank as he pretended to scan the sky.
“I know it’s here somewhere.”
“Put me down, Potter!” Draco hissed.
Harry looked at him, jumping a little as if surprised to see him, “Ah!” he said, pointing at Draco with the hand not holding his wand, “There it is!”
“Let. Me. Down.”
“I told you I could find Draco in the night sky.”
“Yes, very clever,” Draco sneered, “Now cast the counter jinx before I hex you.”
Harry grinned and flicked his wand, allowing Draco to drop, landing on all fours. Once down, he sat again, stowing his wand and giving Harry a two-fingered salute.
Harry chuckled, “I’ll have my payment up front, thanks.”
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The two boys were laying on their backs, bodies angled away from one another, but heads so close together they were nearly touching. Messy black curls mixed with soft white strands. Draco was pointing upwards and murmuring softly.
“It’s circumpolar. For those of us that got higher than “acceptable” in astronomy-- ow!” Harry’s hand had come up to lazily bat Draco’s head in irritation, “It means it never sets. That’s Thuban, or Alpha Draconis. It’s the Head of the Serpent and was once the North Star.” Harry hummed lightly.
“And over here’s Leo,” continued Draco, “the lion.”
“I don’t see a lion.”
“See that backwards question mark?”
“No.”
“Right there, look. No, Harry, right there, where I’m pointing!”
“I still don’t-- “ Harry was interrupted by Draco grabbing his hand roughly. He formed Harry’s fingers into a suitable pointer, and directed him, tracing out the shape of the constellation.
“That’s the Sickle (backwards question mark) then it connects back like this to Chertan, here, and forms a triangle.”
“Oh,” Harry said, “Got it.”
There was a pause then Draco, still using Harry’s hand, traced it out again. Then:
“At the base of the sickle, there, is the Lion’s Heart.”
“Cool.”
“It’s… Regulus, the brightest star in Leo.” Draco dropped Harry’s hand as though it had suddenly burned him.
They lay there for a while in silence.
“Fine!” Draco muttered without warning, as though coming to a decision, “Fine. See Orion’s belt?”
“Yep.”
“Follow it down. That star? The brilliant one?”
“Uh-huh?”
Draco took charge of Harry’s left limb again, tracing out a shape in the stars, “This is Canis Major-- “
“So it’s a ‘Big Dog’ then?”
Draco made a noise that told Harry he was rolling his eyes with a vengeance, “Greater Dog, yes. And that bluish-white star we started at?” They pointed, “That’s Sirius, one of the brightest stars in the sky.”
“Oh,” Said Harry, very quietly.
Draco released Harry’s wrist more slowly this time, arms dropping onto his chest, Harry mirrored him. They lay there for a long time, neither saying so but both reluctant to return to the discomfort of the ballroom.
“Oh. Harry. Malfoy. What are you doing in here?” Ron had entered, Hermione’s hand in his. They eyed the two boys with suspicion.
“Stargazing,” Said Harry firmly.
“Oooo,” said Ron in a tone that made Harry color.
“Looks like a good night for it.” Hermione said quickly, jabbing Ron with her elbow in a way that was anything but subtle.
“What are you two doing here?” Harry asked, annoyed.
“Looking for you, mate,” Ron said, “the ball’s almost over.”
“We saw the door was open,” Hermione added.
Draco rolled his eyes and stood up, “Get up, Potter. If we don’t go they’ll send Filch to find us eventually. Pop quiz first, can you find them?” He wiggled his eyebrows in playful challenge.
Harry rolled his eyes and pointed up “Leo, with Regulus; Canis Major, with Sirius; and Tosser Major, with Thuban-- ouch!”
The four of them returned in time for the last dance of the evening. Ron said something quietly to Draco right as they entered the dance hall, which Harry couldn’t hear. Draco’s pale face flushed and he shot Ron a sour look. Ron grinned and offered Hermione his hand.They drifted off onto the dance floor.
Draco stalked up to Harry, with a look that made Harry wonder briefly if Draco was going to draw his wand and curse him. Instead, he offered Harry his hand (a bit forcefully) and said in a voice better suited to snide comments and scathing insults, “Want to dance, Potter?”
Harry blinked. “Are… Are you serious?”
“No,” he drawled lazily, “I’m standing on a dance floor in dress robes and attractive-yet-uncomfortable shoes, offering you my hand because I don’t want to dance.”
Harry rolled his eyes and took the offered hand grudgingly, “I just assumed you didn’t want to waltz with me.” Harry grumbled, not looking at Draco or their interlocked fingers; not thinking about the arm around him or the hand on his back, while trying not to look as though he were avoiding thinking about any of these things.
“Well I’m not about to rumba with you,” Draco joked. Harry tried to look appropriately amused, as he had no idea what a rumba was.
A few uncomfortable seconds passed.
Draco spoke again, “Oh, for Mordred’s sake, Harry, relax. Charm and good breeding aren’t catching, I won’t infect you.”
Harry laughed, pretending not to notice the use of his given name for the second time that evening. And he did relax.
The two of them danced easily. Everything faded and grew quiet. There was Draco, who seemed to have absorbed the starlight, holding it in his eyes, lashes, and hair. Even his pale skin was strangely luminescent under the cool lights of the ballroom.
As untouchably starlike as Draco looked to Harry, he felt completely human. His arm was warm where it wound around Harry, his white hand held Harry’s darker one just tightly enough to feel undeniably real, the faint rise and fall of his breathing that filled the space between them, and which Harry could feel under his hand where it lay on Draco’s back-- It all felt decidedly present. A warm and insistent reality.
When the music stopped and the dance ended Harry was made abruptly aware of his position. He jumped back from Draco and looked around. It was like starting from a deep dream, jarring and unpleasant. Harry felt disoriented immediately, and was gradually getting embarrassed.
At some unknown point he and Draco must had drawn nearer. Now that there was some distance between them, Harry was becoming aware of how close they had been to one another. Draco, judging by the way his light skin was turning an amusing shade of Camellia pink, was coming to the same realization. He looked as startled as Harry felt. They really had been very close.
In fact, Harry was now sure he remembered Draco’s eyelashes brushing against the side of his temple at one point. Merlin that dance hall was warm.
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