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pleasingforharry · 2 years

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Hi!! Could I request a one shot with H in his New York denim outfit from this year where the reader is totally obsessed with how he looks and she gives him head before he goes on stage and after the show is done he needs her so bad so they have the most amazing sex? If you feel like writing something along these lines that would be so great. Your works are amazing! Thank youu

Yesssss

Blood Orange was currently performing as he played on the intercoms backstage. Harry and I watched him for a while in secret, even though we caught some cameras pointed at us, before Lambert scolded Harry to get changed.

We held hands as we skipped down the halls of Madison Square Garden, enjoying our temporary stay at the venue. I was joining Harry for his shows in New York before I’d head back home to LA for work. It worked out because we’d be apart for a little while until he was also in LA to wrap up the American leg of the tour.

“Okay, hurry up and change before I get blamed for your tardiness,” I laughed as I pushed Harry into his dressing room, keeping my eyes away from the outfit laid out for him. I liked to be surprised by seeing it when it’s already on him.

“You can always come in and watch me,” Harry winked as he stood on the other side of the door. I slowly closed it with a shake of my head. “You sure? I’ll let you undress me and everything.”

“Yeah, and then you’ll definitely be late on stage because you have the horny tendencies of a caveman,” I joked, shutting the door completely. “Hurry up!” Harry groaned dramatically before whining a childish, ‘fine’.

I ended up in a conversation with some of the crew that had passed by. They were all so kind and I couldn’t help but thank them for allowing us to use their venue and invite all of Harry’s wild fans join us.

In the midst of telling them an old story from the last time we were at MSG, I felt a pair of hands tightly grip my hips and lift me off the ground.

“Y/N L/N!” Harry yelled in my ear, causing a squeal out of me. The few crew members who were standing with me laughed and excused themselves back to work.

I was about to turn around and hit Harry in the chest, but he stopped me by wrapping his arms completely around my waist and stuffing his head in my neck.

“In my dressing room, first,” he whispered. I nodded and led us into his room, eager to see yet another wonderful tour outfit. I waited patiently as one of his hands went to shut the door and lock it behind us. “Okay, ready, baby?”

“As always,” I exclaimed, rubbing my hands together. I heard Harry walk to stand in front of me while his hands circled my hips, probably nervous of my reaction. He took my opinions very serious, for some reason. But he should've known by now that I loved everything he wore.

He sucked in a breath and said, “Open.”

I did as told and immediately gasped at the sight in front of me. My jaw fell agape as I unashamedly examined the outfit he was wearing. What immediately drew my attention was his exposed chest from his open vest, which is my favorite genre of tops Lambert puts him in. And the material of denim and rhinestones within the entire outfit was the cherry on top. As well as the actual cherry on the back.

My eyes wouldn’t leave his prominent abs as he laughed at my choked up words. “Cat got your tongue, baby? How do I look?”

“Very hot,” I blurted accidentally, before clearing my throat. “You look great, Harry. I love it.” A wide smirk grew on his lips as he took a big step closer so our chests touched. I tilted my head up at him from his hovering height.

“What else?” He cocked his head, teasingly, to the side with a shit eating grin.

“What do you mean? I like it, a lot. Your fans are gonna go crazy on Twitter,” I boasted.

Harry suddenly grabbed my jaw to turn my head to the side and his lips brushed my ears. It caught me off guard as I gasped under my breath.

“Tell me what else you’re thinking, baby.”

The cold metal rings around his fingers squeezed against my jaw, bringing a hot stinging feeling. I bit my lip for a moment, but his thumb tugged it out, waiting for a response.

“I... uh... you look very... sexy, and I know everyone is gonna be drooling when they see you tonight,” I added, running my hand shyly down his chest. He slowly brought my face in front of his and our lips brushed each other. I felt his hot breath groan softly as his other hand squeezed my hip.

His eyes were hooded and drunk as he looked down at me. “Y/N, what else? What does this outfit make you want to do to me? Talk to me, baby. I want to know.”

I was never the dirty talking type, and I hated when he tried to bring it out of me because I always ended up feeling embarrassed. He loved to tease the blush that arose on my cheeks and force my eyes on him when I couldn’t hold that contact for long.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do to him. Sit him down and take his cock deep in my mouth. But I couldn’t just say that.

“Well, I want to... kiss you?”

An amused brow lifted as Harry smirked. He was just going to have to work with what he got.

“Where?” He asked, grabbing my hand and bringing my fingers to his lips. “Here?” I shook my head and flickered my eyes lower.

“Down there,” I whispered. Harry walked backwards, leading me to the couch against the wall. The sly smirk wouldn’t leave his lips as he nodded.

“Why don’t you just show me then?”

That I could do.

“Okay, sit,” I pushed his chest and he fell back into the couch. He stretched his arms down the length of the couch and spread his legs wide so I could slot between them.

I dropped to my knees and began unzipping his pants while my eyes fixated on his chest. His abs were prominent, and I couldn’t help but lean forward to plant wet kisses along each muscle. Harry clenched from the feeling and it shot down to his hard cock, suffocating in his pants.

“Take me out, baby. It hurts,” he groaned, shifting in his seat. I blindly stuck my hands under his boxers to pull out his thick cock while brushing my lips along his warm stomach. I kitten licked and kissed his fern tattoos, before sucking harshly. “No marks.”

“I know,” I responded, pulling away and looking up at him. “Wouldn’t want everyone to see, right?” Harry smirked and nodded.

“For your eyes only.”

When I released Harry’s cock from his pants, he gasped at the cold air hitting his tip. He bit his lip and groaned softly. He was painfully hard, so I knew I could get him off quickly and out on stage before anyone came looking for him.

“Think you can take care of me before I have to go?”

“Is that a challenge?” I cocked my head to the side as my hand started to slowly stroke his long length. He sucked in a harsh breath and shook his head.

“If I wasn’t already thinking about feeling the back of your throat earlier, it would be.” I laughed and leaned closer to lick his cock. The underside of my tongue smoothed along and heated his tip, and I earned a soft ‘fuck’ from it.

Harry’s head lolled to the side as his chest heaved, trying his best not to buck his hips in the air. We both knew I loved to tease him by slowing down my movements, like my strokes and flat tongue licking up his length.

My lips puckered to kiss his tip, before I slightly opened my mouth to suck some of him in my mouth. His eyes darted to mine and his breathing stopped to watch carefully.

“Good girl, keep going,” He sighed as my head moved down to swallow more of him. I felt his girthy size slide against the walls of my mouth until it found my throat. I was caught off guard by a sudden gag, and Harry moaned loudly. “Fuck! Yes, yes, baby. Please.”

I pulled back slightly to breathe through my nose and tried it again. I sucked in my cheeks and swirled my tongue against his cock. His hands gripped the top of the couch to hold back from grabbing the back of my head and pushing me down like he usually did. He wanted to tease himself.

My head bobbed for a while and my hand joined to stroke him when he left my mouth. My other hand had found his balls and caressed them before giving them soft squeezes.

“Again, baby,” Harry mumbled as his words were getting mixed with rough groans. He was a raspy breather when he was in pleasure, so hearing him moan as well was my own nonverbal praise.

I did as he asked and fondled with his balls before trailing my sharp nail to outline their shape. Harry squirmed from the sensitive feeling, and the warmth of his cock deep in my mouth.

“Can I move in you, baby? I can’t sit still anymore,” He asked as more of a warning that his hips were threatening to move. I let his cock slide out of my mouth, but my hand continued to stroke him.

He bucked his hips as the cold air hit him again. I giggled and looked up at him with doe eyes. His head dropped down to watch me and my hand while a wide grin spread across his face.

“So fucking gorgeous,” He sighed, before biting his lip.

I created spit in my mouth, and we both stared at it slowly drool from my puckered lips to his tip like come. My tongue spread it around his length, before I swallowed him back in my mouth. When my eyes met his, I nodded shortly for approval for him to thrust into me.

Harry wasted no time in reaching for the back of my head with his hand and lifting his hips from the couch. I relaxed my jaw and concentrated on my breathing as he repeatedly hit the back of my throat. My hands landed on his thighs to steady myself, and I dug my nails into his skin as he reveled the slight pain they caused.

“Yes, yes, yes, Y/N. Fuck me,” He whined drunklike, pounding his cock into my mouth without any remorse. It was hot, he was hot. He was puddy in my hands, and we both knew it. I moaned loudly around his cock, sending vibrations to his most sensitive point.

I lifted my tongue slightly, from where it rested at the bottom of my mouth, to rub against his thrusts and felt the burn of his fast speed. His thighs were tight from his contracted muscles pushing himself up. They were thick and hairy, and one was covered with a tiger tattoo that was usually ridden on by me.

It became a tendency to kiss his thighs because of how obsessed I was about them. That’s why sucking him off was my favorite because they were both situated right beside me.

“I’m close, baby, so fucking close,” Harry panted as he got sloppy and inconsistent with his thrusts. He was getting tired and sensitive that I started to bob my head to finish him off. I hollowed my cheeks in and brought my hand back to stroke him. He had stopped his hips to let me take over again. “Just like that, Y/N. I’m gonna come so hard, baby.”

His balls were heavy as I toyed with them again. I pulled his cock out slightly so he wouldn’t shoot down my throat. I liked to swallow his come on my own and taste him on my tongue. My hand moved faster and my lips suckled on his tip.

Harry’s head tossed back as his mouth fell agape and let out a raspy moan. Soon his come shot out his tip and his cock shriveled soft. I pulled him out and licked the corners of my mouth to make sure I swallowed all of him.

I waited until he came back from his high to open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He leaned forward to rest his elbow on his thigh while his other hand grasped my jaw. He looked down my wide throat and smirked.

“Good girl, baby. Did such a good job for me.”

I blushed and bit my lip shyly. He chuckled and moved to stuff his cock back in his pants. He looked freshly fucked as a layer of sweat formed on his forehead and exposed chest. His hair fell over his eyes as he looked down at what he was doing.

“You’re so hot,” I whimpered, feeling my panties dampen. “I need you.” Harry’s eyes met mine, and they were full of lust. His dimples poked out as he smiled at me. He leaned forward again so our noses touched.

“When I get back, I want you ready to take my cock,” He whispered before kissing me harshly. I smiled and nodded when he pulled away. He chuckled and kissed me once more. “I can’t get enough of you, baby. I’m gonna be so horny on that stage thinking about you that I’ll have to grind on the mic stand to relieve myself. And you’re gonna watch me, Y/N. How turned on you make me.”

“Or maybe it’s your own songs that are turning you on,” I shrugged.

“I couldn’t write Watermelon Sugar without becoming addicted to eating your cunt, now could I?” He argued. “I’ll be looking out there for you. And don’t touch yourself. Understand?” I nodded again.

Harry kissed my forehead before running out his dressing room. He gave me one last glance and a slight shake of his head. I was confused with what that was about, but just brushed it off and got into my outfit for the night.

He was serious when he said he was horny. Harry wouldn’t stop moaning and teasing himself with the mic stand. The screaming fans wanted him so bad, and I could only watch from afar with a proud smile on my face. None of them knew that their idol had his cock down my throat earlier, and soon to be deep in my cunt as soon as the show was over.

After Harry did the whale and threw up a peace sign, he stared out at the crowd and caught his breath. He blew out many kisses and turned to run off the stage while accepting numerous gifts. I watched him leave from my section, but stayed to listen to the rest of the band finish Kiwi before leaving.

I returned to Harry's dressing room, but as I rounded the corner, he was already at the door, about to open it. His eyes darted to me like a predator, sending shivers up my spine.

“Hey, rockstar. The show was amazing as always,” I exclaimed as his smile grew wide.

“Thanks, baby. I saw you dancing like crazy,” He teased, grabbing my hand and shoving me inside his room. I yelped and was about to scold him for making me about to trip, but I was stopped by a pair of lips. My back slammed against the closed door, and his hands moved frantically under my black lace tank top.

I moaned within the kiss and snaked my arms around his neck. My exposed stomach met his and we both were wildly warm.

“I saw what you were doing on stage,” I whispered as I pulled away from his lips. He grew a smug smirk and lifted a brow.

“Yeah, what was I doing, baby?” He asked, traveling his hands to my ass, covered by my red jeans, and squeezing as best as he could due to the material. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but his tongue immediately darted out and circled my own. He moaned and rutted his core with mine. “God I’m so high on adrenaline right now.”

“Please,” I whined, tightened my arms around his neck to bring him closer, if that was even possible. Harry chuckled and started blindly walking backwards. My eyes were fluttered shut as I was brought back into another intimate kiss.

We eventually returned back to the couch we were busy using pre-concert, and Harry turned us around so that I was pushed down first. I laid the length of the couch, but he immediately followed suit on top of me because my arms wouldn't leave his neck. And we were both desperate for our lips to meet once more.

“You never answered my question, baby. What was I doing on stage, huh?” Harry questioned in my mouth, slowly rolling his hips against my cunt and harshly breathing after each.

“You were teasing yourself.”

“How? What was I doing?”

I groaned when his lips left mine to nip at my jaw and suck an eventual mark. “The mic stand.” I couldn’t fucking speak with his newly hard dent in his pants roughly bucking against me. He was moving faster, and so was his breathing.

“Y/N, tell me. What was I doing to the mic stand?” He pulled his face away to meet eyes with me. His arms were planted next to both sides of my head so I felt very trapped under him. I liked it a lot. “Go on, baby.”

I sucked in a breath and nodded. “You were… uh grinding on it and…”

“And what?”

“You were getting hard. And moaning,” I finished, dropping my eyes down from his intense eye contact. I still felt the sly smirk grow on his lips as his hips slowed down, teasing both of us even more.

“Yeah, I was. God I was so hard, baby,” he moaned, craning his neck down so his lips met my ear. “And guess who I was thinking about.”

I knew the answer, but I didn’t want to say it. I was blushing drastically, and when he chuckled in my ear, I knew he was enjoying me getting shy. He gently kissed my ear then behind it, before sucking a mark. His hips picked up their speed, causing both of us to moan.

He wanted me to take his cock out of his pants. My hand slid between us, trailing my nails along his chest. His hips paused but his lips sucked harder, sizzling his teeth to create a bite mark. It felt so good.

“I bet you’re still wet from earlier, Y/N. You need me, don’t you?” He groaned at the thought. “I told you to be ready for my cock after the show. You better hope you are, for your own sake.”

I bit my lip to contain the loud moan I wanted to let out from his words. My hand blindly unzipped his jeans and searched for his cock over his boxers. It was very hard and sensitive because he suddenly jumped from the contact.

“I’m so ready for you,” I whimpered as I squeezed him, and my other hand left his neck to slide his vest off his shoulder. He caught onto what I wanted and shook it off completely and tossing it to the side.

He pulled his head back to brush his lips over mine and groan in my mouth. He tugged my bottom lip between his teeth as his hips rutted against my hand. I giggled softly, but it turned into a gasp as one of his hands found my neck to grab.

“I can’t wait to ruin you all over again,” He whispered, squeezing the sides of my neck and smirking at my words getting caught in my throat. “Are you gonna be a good girl at let me ruin you? Ruin your cunt?”

My head nodded rapidly in desperation. He could do anything he wanted to me, at that moment. “Please,” I begged, squeezing his cock again. His eyes fell dark, and I couldn’t break the hard contact he held us in.

“Need to undress you first, huh?” He suddenly sat up on his knees and looked down at me, the vision of pure sex. Naked chest, layered with sweat and hard pants from all the adrenaline. His hair was matted from being pushed back throughout the whole show but now curled over his forehead.

His hands trailed up my thighs, scratching at the thick material of my jeans, until he reached the waistline and found the zipper. He swiftly unbuckled me and snaked my jeans off my legs. They were pointed to the air, and Harry took each leg to spread and examine.

“So pretty,” He mumbled to himself, before leaning forward to press his lips to my calves. “and so soft, baby.” He let out a long groan as his hips pushed against my center, causing my legs to attempt to close. His arms circled each to part them farther, and his eyes wandered down to my stained panties.

“Harry,” I sighed at each kiss to my legs. His attention wouldn’t leave my wet spot as his lips traveled lower to my inner thighs. I already had faded bite marks from him, not too long ago, which made him smirk and circle his lips around the spots.

His fingers looped around my panties and he backed away slightly to slip them off my legs. My hips lifted to help him before he crumbled them in his hands and hummed. “You won’t be needing these for the rest of the night,” He smirked down at me.

The cold air of the room found my naked core and I shivered from the shocking pleasure. I bit my lip and threw my head back. “Touch me, please,” I begged Harry, yearning for him inside of me.

“Of course, baby. Anything for you,” He cooed, letting my legs fall on both sides of him and bend at my knees. He slid down so he could rest on his stomach and be found between my legs. His eyes locked with mine as his plush lips kissed both sides of my inner thighs. I whimpered and reached for the back of his head.

His tongue poked out and he hovered over my cunt with hard eye contact. I waited impatiently, but he didn’t move. “Fuck,” I whimpered as my hips snapped up on their own and connected his tongue to my cunt. I gasped as he immediately darted himself inside me and curled against my walls before kissing my entire cunt and doing it again.

One of my hands gripped his hair and tugged to pull moans out of him. My other slapped over my mouth to contain my uncontrollable yelps. Harry paused and extended one of his arms to me, holding up two fingers. He motioned for me to suck on them instead, and I gladly did. I grabbed his wrist and cried out around his fingers.

His tongue was doing wonders on my cunt. Thrusting and circling inside of me, before trailing up to my clit and flicking harshly.

“M-m-more,” I stuttered, and it came out as a muffle around his fingers. He switched to sucking on my fold and clit, finally bringing me close to my release. He could tell without me having to say it as my hips moved on their own and rode his mouth. “I... fuck, Harry.”

I whimpered as his tongue left me and his fingers slipped out of my mouth. He sat back up on his knees to shake his jeans off his legs. He was basically throbbing against his boxers as his hand groped his cock to relieve himself.

“Take your top and bra off,” He demanded with his head tossed back in pleasure. I did as told and slid my lace top off, and unlatched my bra from myself, throwing them both to the side. My breasts laid flat but plush against my chest, and my nipples instantly hardened from the whiff of cold air.

Harry finally stopped torturing himself by taking his boxers off and letting his cock slap up against his stomach. He groaned and grabbed himself, stroking his long length, and his jaw fell agape.

I leaned on my elbows to watch him, and our eyes met suddenly, both of us smiling. “Ready, pretty girl?” I nodded desperately and bucked up my hips. He chuckled and brought his cock to my opening, lining himself up.

His hands found my hips as he suddenly snapped his cock inside of me, both of us gasping together before moaning in relief from finally having each other like we wanted. Harry didn’t wait before pounding recklessly into me.

My breasts jumped from the intensity of his thrusts, and one of my hands found my left to grope and flick at its nipple. I sighed and sucked in a breath.

“Yes, fuck!” Harry groaned, watching our centers meet as I clenched around him, already feeling close to my release. “You’re so tight, baby. I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

My hands found his biceps to grip and dig my nails into. I cried out and tossed my head back into the armrest. I was slowly being pushed up the couch from the intensity of his thrusts. I watched his hips roll, and the outline of his prominent V-line, turning me on even more. He was so fucking sexy.

“Whatcha look at, baby?” I heard him chuckle over me, mixed with groans. I glanced up at him with rolled in lips, and he leaned forward to hover over me. His face came close to mine, our foreheads barely touching from my body moving under him. “You look so fuckable under me, just like this. I can’t stop all the thoughts of what I want to do to you right now, Y/N. I’m trying so hard not to—”

“Ruin me... please,” I begged through staggered breaths. “Just, fuck me harder, Harry. I need it so bad.”

Harry’s eyes suddenly darkened. I couldn’t process what was happening by how fast he moved. He flipped me around on my hands and knees, still holding a tight grip on my hips, and giving me a second to steady myself.

He held his cock and pushed himself back in me. I gasped and dropped my head down. I felt the pleasurable burn of his grip holding my hips as he drilled faster into me. One of my hands came around to pull my right ass cheek apart and felt a new sensation.

Harry moaned, “Such a pretty cunt, Y/N. I love it, I love you so much.” My back arched deeply as my teeth sunk into my forearm. I was getting close, but I didn’t want the pleasure to end.

He continued to pump his cock into me, twisting his hips slightly to change the angle and hit the spot he knew all too well. A loud moan escaped my mouth from the first thrust to my g-spot. “Yes, Harry!”

“I know, baby. Only I know your sweet spot, huh?” He sighed, slightly slowing down his movements to cherish the tightness of my walls clenching around him. “You’re close, I can feel you about to pop.”

“Yes, fuck, I am,” I nodded, mustering up the strength to look over my shoulder and meet eyes with him. His jaw was tight and tilted up, and I wanted to lick up his neck, mark it with all my love bites.

His thrusts became sloppy as his hands ran up my spine. His body suddenly fell on top of mine, his chest against my back, and my ass cheeks snapped louder to his hips.

I felt his hard breaths against my neck as his face snuggled itself in my shoulder. He pressed delicate kisses, even though his thrusts were anything but that. His hand came around my body to find my clit, and his sole finger rubbed circles.

“Don’t, don’t stop, Harry,” I moaned, rutting into his hand.

“Never, baby. I can’t ever stop,” He panted, biting down on my shoulder and fastening the circles on my clit. He eventually slapped it and sent a shock all through my body, causing my walls to clench around his throbbing cock. He gasped and did it again to gain the same reaction from me.

One of Harry’s legs slightly lifted off the couch to change the angle once again. I began to sweat from how long and how intense his cock pounded into me, reaching all different kinds of places inside of me. I hummed and met his thrusts by pushing my ass back against him.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck, Harry,” I whimpered, feeling my legs grow weak as they began to shake. “I can’t hold myself.”

Once again, Harry’s cock left me and I was flipped around to my back. His chest met mine as he laid on top and slipped himself back in easily. His face found the crook of my neck and his hands gripped my hips before he was back to pounding at a faster pace than before.

“I’m right behind you. I’m gonna fill you up so much, and you better make sure you keep all of it inside until we get back to the hotel,” He whispered in my ear before kissing behind it. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist, and my heels dug into his ass cheeks. I felt each time he clenched to push himself into me.

“Are you going to let me wear my panties again?” I asked boldly, even though we both knew the answer. He chuckled into my neck, and blatantly ignored my question.

His hand found my clit again as I stuttered my release coming. “How does it feel? Hmmm? Gonna come around me?” My head tossed back as my nails dragged down his back. “Let go, Y/N. I got you, baby, I got you.” I squeezed around his cock and felt the pop in my stomach as I released. I moaned out his name and held him tighter.

“Shit, my fucking god, Y/N,” Harry groaned, bucking his hips into me once more and keeping himself as deep as he could. His voice was raspy and deep in my ear, instantly turning me on again. His release quickly followed suit, and he pumped a few times to push his come deeper.

Our breaths fell in sync as we waited for them to slow down together. Harry unintentionally rutted in me again, causing both of us to gasp. “Shit sorry,” He mumbled, pulling his head back to find my lips. “Your walls are so fucking tight still. I could fuck you all over again,” He whispered before he enveloped us in a passionate kiss. My hands ran up into his hair and tangled my fingers in his curls.

Harry slowly pulled himself out of me and I whimpered at the lost of contact. He chuckled and toyed my tongue with his, capturing us in a steamy make out session.

Post-show sex. Adrenaline. Sweat. Moans.

I love it.

oh my ...

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years

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𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

remus lupin x animagus!reader

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 : 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢, 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠

summary: you've kissed, you've confessed your love... still, nobody is quite sure what your relationship is with remus. regardless, the slytherins seem to have already made up their minds.

notes: slut shaming, swearing, i'm a bit rusty pls forgive and hey one more chapter left! special thanks to my lovely mutuals @emmaev @sw34terw34ther and to @mooncleaver for the sweet comments

w/c: 6.3k

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now this is an open-shut case i guess i should've known from the look on your face every bait and switch was a work of art

“c’mon, i think it makes me look badass,” sirius grinned, holding up his robes in the middle of the dining hall to admire the long, faded scar that crawled on the left side of his body from his thigh to his knee.

“face it, padfoot. you’ll never look badass, not when you have a five step haircare routine,” james spoke through a mouthful of waffle.

“you’re just jealous.” sirius pointed his fork at james. “you mess up your hair on purpose so that people think your bird’s nest is cool and intentional and not because you’ve never used conditioner in your life.”

james turned his head to the side and met your eye. “back me up here, thumper. my hair looks good, right?”

you held your free hand up to your mouth as you finished chewing. “do you want the nice answer or the real answer?” you teased. remus, sitting on your other side, plucked the toast from your grasp while you were distracted. he took a bite, simply raising his eyebrows at the glare you tossed him.

“you wound me!” james shook his head, curls flying. “i s’pose it’s my bad. you’re mean to everyone except moony.” james looked at you meaningfully and the amusement slipped from your face. remus froze mid-chew.

“you’re right, actually,” peter said, quirking his head as he took in the slow blush creeping across remus’ cheeks. “the two of them have been awfully sweet on each other lately.”

from under the table, you stepped on remus’ foot indicatively. there was a mutual understanding.

ever since that morning at the hospital wing, where remus had finally admitted to you (and himself) about how he felt, there’d been an almost imperceptible shift in the marauders’ dynamic. neither of you told the other marauders what had occurred. you two hadn’t officially talked about it either. of course, there’d always been an obvious electricity between you and remus—that was evident to more than just the marauders—but this new development was subtle enough to fly over your friends’ heads. even peter, the most perceptive of all five of you, hadn’t been able to put a finger on it.

sirius pressed his palms to the table and pushed himself off his seat, leaning over his breakfast platee. he made a show of getting in remus’ face to examine his expression. “is there a reason you’re blushing, moony, my boy?”

“i’m not blushing,” remus said, blushing.

“sure,” james said, stretching out his vowels sarcastically. “and you haven’t been playing footsie with thumper either, right?”

“yep. i mean, nope. wait-” you stammered, “-i mean, no, we have definitely not been ‘playing footsie’ or whatever. why are you guys so obsessed with what we’re doing anyway?” you stared at james pointedly. “i think you should mind your own business. maybe then you would’ve noticed the syrup on your shirt.”

james looked down. there was a growing spot of sticky maple syrup on the collar of his white button down, which he’d layered under a sweater. “damn it,” james muttered, rubbing at the stain and making it worse.

“just take off your shirt, james,” you chided, settling into your seat as you watched him struggle to neaten up.

“woah there, thumper. at least take me on a date first before you try and take my clothes off.”

you pursed your lips in an unsuccessful attempt to keep a straight face. james stuck his hands under his sweater and began fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. you felt a pair of arms drape over your shoulders and clasp together at your front. remus’ sighed in content, his breath tickling your ear.

your heart jumped and began to sputter to life with a little more enthusiasm than seemed dignified. you hoped remus couldn’t feel it.

“what are you doing?” you whispered, keeping your eyes fixed in front of you. you were scared that if you turned your head, remus’ face would be too close and you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back from kissing him right then and there.

“can’t i hug you?” remus said, feigning confusion. “what, are friends not allowed to hug each other?”

“what are you doing?” sirius butted in loudly. “you’re being real touchy-feely with thumper…” sirius looked at peter knowingly.

peter huffed, all disgruntled. sirius was, to put it gently, not the most graceful matchmaker.

“what, are friends not allowed to hug each other?” you repeated remus’ earlier words, and the boy behind you tightened his arms around you approvingly.

“fine, then why don’t you let me hug you like that?” james had his stained shirt tucked under his arm as he stood above you and remus, unconvinced.

“i mean, your arms are kind of busy at the moment,” you pointed out, referencing james’ shirt.. “don’t play coy,” james tutted. you were saved from answering by a shift in conversation. “anyway, i have to bring my shirt back to the common room. anyone wanna come?”

you and remus made no effort to move or offer your company.

“fine, i’ll come,” sirius said, standing from his seat like spending time with james was draining his life force. “i can’t believe you’re tearing me away from my best girl…” sirius grumbled. from the corner of his eye, he checked for any of remus’ tells. nothing. if anything, remus looked a bit smug.

“you’ll be fine for ten minutes,” james rolled his eyes, hitting the back of sirius’ head. james lowered his voice so only sirius could hear. “moony, on the other hand, looks like he’d shrivel up and die without her.”

“is it just me,” sirius murmured, “or are they more disgusting than usual?”

“nope, not just you,” james agreed. “at first i thought i’d caught a bug, but then i realized it was just a physical nauseated reaction to the two of their mutual pining bullshit.”

“godric, i’m just waiting for one of them to grow a pair and confess; put me out of my damn misery.”

for two of the brightest students in your year, it was laughable how inept your communication was. something had shifted between you and remus; that much was obvious. the facts were laid out, plain and simple, like playing cards facing upward. you loved remus. remus loved you. you would do anything for remus. remus would do anything for you.

so why was it so hard to pick up the damn cards?

your lives had quickly become intertwined and there was an unspoken agreement that the two of you belonged to each other, whatever that meant. this is to say, quite literally, as neither of you had clarified what that hospital room night actually meant for your relationship. your friends continued as they had before, dropping sly comments and encouraging either one of you in private, but if anything, with more vigor. you were hesitant to tell the girls about what happened at the hospital wing. nothing had really transpired, but it felt so intimate, like the sheen of a bubble that could be popped by the slightest shift in surface tension. remus made you feel comfortable and safe, but he kept you on edge too. there was nothing you feared more than losing him, and the unpredictability of his condition, rising tensions in the wizarding world, and volatility of a budding situationship did the opposite of give you the confidence to broach the conversation of “what are we?”

it should’ve been easy. it should’ve been obvious.

remus had become ambidextrous, writing with his left hand so he could hold yours with his right. you carried a little comb with you and would work out his bedhead at breakfast every morning. if remus got to breakfast earlier, he’d make your coffee exactly the way you liked it. if you beat him, you’d steep his tea with water at the correct temperature to pull all subtle flavors from the leaves. you may or may not have stayed after divination class to ask professor trelawney for tea brewing tips.

tonight, like countless others, remus was by your side like a shadow, whispering affections into your ear throughout the day and offering his warmth during quiet evenings in the common room. remus could listen to your voice, low and steady and hushed, spinning visual films with your words. it would’ve been so easy for him to fall asleep, grounded by your weight on his lap and the popping of logs and soft flipping of pages, but remus always fought sleep. he treasured these peaceful moments with you too much to lose a single minute to unconsciousness.

remus couldn’t recall a more beautiful sight than you backlit by the dying flames of the common room fireplace. he nuzzled his head further into the crook of your neck and chuckled quietly when he felt you shiver.

“rem?” you closed your book. you wrapped one of your hands around remus’ side and let the other find its way into his hair, where you dug your fingers into his roots with a loose fist.

remus hummed in acknowledgement.

“oh, are you sleepy?”

“no, no, i’m awake,” remus insisted, speaking into your neck. his lips, warm and familiar, brushed against your skin with the tenderness of a lover’s caress.

“if you say so…” you sighed, more than happy to fall asleep with him cuddled up to you. “i believe you. i totally do.”

“thanks…” remus whispered, more so to himself than to you. “i love you.” his confession was breathless, muddled by the thick exhaustion in his voice, but you could understand well enough. there was a distance between you and him, a restraint from remus yet to dissolve, but in these intimate moments his barrier fell and he allowed himself to love you fully. you didn’t need the constant reassurance to know how remus felt. his hand on the small of your back, the massaging of your wrists after they’d cramped from writing an essay, and the seeking of your body in a sea of students during passing periods was enough.

it should’ve been easy, right? it should’ve been obvious. in a very un-gryffindor-like fashion, it seemed neither of you wanted to take the leap into labels… into commitment.

there would be a right time, you promised yourself. and you’d wait for it patiently, because you’d waited for remus for years now, and you’d wait forever if it meant having him in your arms like you had him now.

it seemed you were alone in your patience, because when morning came and lily screeched, overjoyed at the prospect of her friends together, at last.

“oh merlin!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “i bloody knew it! i saw it coming—didn’t i see it coming, dorcas?”

“yes, yes you did,” dorcas rasped, still recovering from her interrupted slumber. “to be fair, we all saw it coming. even james saw it coming.”

“right, but i guessed most accurately, didn’t i? you and mary better cough up,” lily said while wiggling her shoulders triumphantly. her boasting was not lost on you.

“lily, did you bet on us?”

“um- well, yes.”

“dear godric.” you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “what time is it? actually, it doesn’t matter. all i know is that it’s too early for this.”

“wait-” mary scampered out the dorm room. “you said ‘us.’ so you admit it? there’s an ‘us’ now?”

“yeah, an ‘us’ that fell asleep on the couch together! for the second time,” dorcas pursed her lips judgingly.

“i swear, i am going to rip whoever is being this loud into tiny little pieces-” sirius complained, stretching his arms and stumbling groggily out of the boys’ room to investigate. he immediately sobered at the sight of the three scheming girls and the two curled up figures dominating the common room. “holy shit,” sirius breathed. “prongs! wormy! get out here!” sirius turned and hurried back into his room, socks sliding, to wake up the other marauders.

you knew this from the last time you and remus had been caught sleeping on the couch, but remus was not a morning person. he groaned, turning his head so his face was flat on your chest, hiding from the unforgiving sunlight and your friends’ voyeuristic gawking.

“we’ve already done this,” you snipped, “can we collectively move on and start the day, please?”

“but it’s so fun to make you uncomfortable!” james smirked, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow on the banister. “other than quidditch, it’s my favorite pastime.”

you had half the mind to slip out from underneath remus’ body and hex james’ mouth shut, but how could you, when remus was resting so soundly and holding you so snugly? you could count each freckle on his face if you tried. you could feel his eyelashes tickle your skin. if you focused, you could hear the rhythmatic beating of his heart, slow like molasses and indicative of how much he trusted you; how comfortable he was.

gone was the anxiety of trying to be perfect around him. remus felt like the only person you could trust with your whole being, and knew you would do anything for him, unconditionally and always.

on the rare occasion remus was not the one walking you to class, lily would have her arm linked through yours as she pulled you through the crowd, an expert navigator commanding the respect of the sea.

“it feels like forever since we’ve spent time together, just the two of us,” you said, voice raised to be audible over the bustling students. “that’s probably my fault too; i’ve been- uh, spending a lot of time with rem.”

“rem…” lily mimicked. “yeah, you definitely have. don’t stress about it, though. i’m happy—and i truly, truly mean this—that you and him have finally figured out your feelings for each other. you make the best couple.”

“oh, well we’re not officially dating or anything-”

“are you kidding?” lily scoffed. “i swear, the man could propose to you and you would still think he’d meant it platonically. you’ve kissed, haven’t you? is that not enough?”

“i mean, i don’t want to push it. he’s still figuring things out, i think, and i-”

you never finished your thought, nor did lily finish scolding you, because your conversation was overshadowed by the snide voices of lucius malfoy and his lackeys.

“have you heard?” barty crouch sneered. “lupin’s started fooling around with the mudblood girl, that filthy blood traitor.”

“he’s a half blood to begin with,” lucius said. “hardly pure enough to ‘betray.’”

“it doesn’t matter to me,” evan rosier spat. “he’s still sleeping with the school slut. he’s a mudblood by association, that scum.”

your brows furrowed and you craned your neck to catch the conversation. lily was pale and her eyes flickered between you, the slytherins, and the crowd of students headed toward their next classes. lily tugged at your arm, silently asking you to leave it be.

you bit your lip hard enough to leave indents. it didn’t matter what the slytherins said about you; they were horrible blood supremacists who’d find a way to spread rumors no matter what. you knew remus wouldn’t take them to heart.

“and the evans girl? she’s sloppy seconds, isn’t she?” barty cackled. “y’know, she’s not bad for a mudblood. if she weren’t such a stuck-up bitch, i might go for it.”

“that’s disgusting, crouch,” malfoy jeered. “have you really become so desperate? you’d seek comfort from a mudblood?”

rosier elbowed barty. “she’s a fuckin’ prude anyway. even if she weren’t, why’d she ever go for your ugly face?”

“hey!” crouch protested. “look at yourself, why don’t’cha?”

“boys, calm down,” lucius said coolly. “you’re making fools of yourselves.” there was an evident distinction in the way the three of them spoke. lucius was articulate and his voice, sleek. evan rosier and barty crouch were crass and loose-tongued.

something about hearing lily’s name come out of the three slytherins’ slimy mouths made your blood boil; potions be damned, you were stewing in fury. you could deal with dirt on your name, but lily had been dragged into the center of gossip by association and you wouldn’t stand for slander on your innocent friend.

“i swear to fucking m-” you seethed, cracking your knuckles. you jumped when lily placed a placating hand on your forearm.

“it’s okay. let’s just go,” lily said nervously. lily was never one to shy away from confrontation, especially not when it came to putting blood supremacists in their place, so her cautiousness spoke volumes.

you shook lily off you, perhaps with an undeserved amount of aggression, and let your bag drop to the ground with a heavy thud. you stalked in the slytherins’ direction, not sure what you were going to say but at least sure you were going to walk away with the three of them in quivering, pathetic shambles.

“oi, crouch!” you called as you approached, clutching your wand a little tighter in your hand. “you been talking about me?”

“ah, it’s lupin’s girl!” rosier snickered, lightly elbowing lucius.

“ah, the marauder’s mudblood pet,” lucius said, lip curling in distaste. his eyes bore into yours and you shivered—not in the way remus made you shiver, but a trickling stream of dread down your spine. “what can we do for you?”

“don’t play dumb, malfoy,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “i mean, you could at least pretend to be capable of forming coherent thought. stupid isn’t a good look on you.”

there was a flicker of fire in lucius’ usually cold, expressionless eyes. you knew it was a bad idea—a reckless, thoughtless, potentially dangerous idea—to provoke someone like lucius, who had the family name to ruin your life, probably. still, you couldn’t help but stand a little taller as you watched lucius’ jaw twitch, smug at the prospect of having gotten under the pompous bastard’s skin.

“watch yourself, little girl,” crouch hissed, defensive on his leader’s behalf. “you should know your place by now. and if you don’t, we can show you.” rosier pushed out from behind lucius and crouch, tilting his head to look you up and down crudely.

crouch was taller than you, not by much, but it was still a bit of a power imbalance to be looking up at him. “i could say the same for you,” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “keep my name out of your fucking mouth. keep evans’ name out of your dirty, foul mouth.”

“we’re not the only people talking, sweetheart,” rosier smiled viciously. his tongue ran over his top teeth like he was sizing you up for his next meal. “the whole school’s curious; who’d you fuck first? potter? black?” he spat out sirius’ name bitterly. “those fucking blood traitors… and now you’re going for remus lupin, the half-breed?”

“watch it,” you snarled. “you better fucking watch yourself.”

lucius, who’d been acting like he was above all this, cracked an amused smile. “the real question is, where does pettigrew stand?”

barty crouch laughed like lucius’ comment was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. crouch’s tongue darted out, wetting his lips. his eyes roamed your body greedily and it took everything in you not to cover yourself and run. “i’d love to know… what’s lupin like in bed? lupin’s a bit of an animal, isn’t he? tell me, is he rough with you?”

crouch’s mouth was still moving. he was going on about remus’ scars, his clothes; worst of all, using too many words that made it seem like crouch knew more than he should. you weren’t sure. you couldn’t hear it. blood was rushing to your face and your cheeks burned; if you pressed your hands to your face you thought you might hear a sizzle. your heart was halfway up your throat, threatening to beat a hole straight through your chest. the world had gone muddy. your vision was clouded by your fury, and all you could hear was a shrill alarm in your head, screaming at you to punch someone, slap someone, knee someone in the groin…

“shut up!” you shrieked, holding your wand out in front of your body defensively. your voice cracked. your eyes were burning, and the three slytherins could tell how much their taunts had affected you. you felt like you’d lost, just by showing emotion.

“shut up!” crouch mimicked in a squeaky, sing-song voice. “shut up, shut up, shut up-”

“why do you care?” you felt like a child throwing a temper tantrum. but your question remained—why you? why lily? why remus?

“because you disgust me,” lucius spoke through bared teeth, venom dripping from each syllable. “you and your little blood traitor troupe are a black mark on this school. you-” lucius pointed at you, “-have whored your way into the purest wizarding families, and-”

you slapped lucius across the face with a resounding crack. it was delightful.

crouch rushed to lucius’ side immediately, fretting over his role model like an overbearing mother. lucius’ face was scarlet, from both the humiliation and the blood you’d raised to the surface of his cheek with the impact of your palm. his pale skin made the handprint all the more obvious.

“bitch!” lucius cupped the side of his face tenderly. “do you know who my family is? you pathetic, stupid girl. my father will hear about this!”

“you’re a bloody asshole, malfoy! and the two of you-” you gestured broadly to crouch and rosier, “-can go fuck yourselves. you leave us alone, or i swear i’ll hex you straight into the hospital wing next time.”

you forced yourself to hold their gazes, clenching your jaw to stop your bottom lip from trembling—because damn it, you were nervous—and swallowed down any creeping regrets. it was necessary, you thought. maybe now they’d finally leave you alone. there’d been too many close calls of late, and if this was what it took to get the slytherins off remus’ back, then so be it. you’d take a million horrible names; that was nothing compared to the destruction if remus’ secret was revealed.

you turned around, closing your eyes and releasing a breath so deep that it felt like you’d just compressed your lungs, before dragging yourself over to where lily stood in the corridor, clutching your bag with white knuckles.

you smiled at her weakly. lily did not return your smile. instead, her mouth dropped open in a panicked exclamation, and before you could ask what was wrong, she was flinging a spell at you.

no, not at you. behind you.

“expelliarmus!” lily shouted, voice strong and clear. she set your bag on the floor and flung hers off her shoulder before rushing to your side. you swung your head in both directions, eyes wide as you caught up with the sudden action. lily held crouch’s wand in her hand, eyes flaming as furiously as her cheeks. strands of lily’s hair stuck to the chapstick on her lips, and even as she awkwardly wiped them from her face, she looked absolutely terrifying.

“dear merlin,” you gaped, watching your friend storm toward the three boys, all hesitancy evaporated. in fact, it seemed like she was steaming clouds of fury out her ears.

“you!” lily seethed. “you pathetic, gargoyle-faced bastards! yeah, i’m talking to you!” she threw crouch’s wand at the ground and you imagined she was currently resisting the urge to stomp it in half. (lily had always displayed more self-restraint than you.)

lily’s outrage drew the attention of students who’d begun trickling out of their last classes of the day. “only cowards attack while someone’s back is turned,” she said, shoving an accusatory finger into crouch’s chest. “and you are the most deranged coward i’ve ever met. you talk big game around your little friends, but you don’t have the balls to say it to my face, do you?

“sloppy seconds, did you say i was? merlin, i didn’t realize you had enough gray matter to become more brainless,” lily scoffed. “i am nobody’s. unlike you, i have a sense of self-worth. i don’t need to cling onto some man-” lily glared at lucius, “-to validate myself. you’re pathetic, is what you are.”

crouch opened his mouth, likely trying to find the right words to respond, but lily was swift in her exit. tossing her long hair over her shoulder, she crossed the courtyard with a stony, unwavering expression. you watched in a mixture of awe and admiration as she swept up both your bags and nodded to you in beckoning. she was casual, like casting magic and digging verbal talons into blood supremacist slytherins was an everyday practice.

“are you okay?” you whispered, taking your bag from lily and letting your shoulder brush against hers to let her know you were by her side. “wait, that’s a stupid question. how are you feeling? should we go back to the dorm? or- or- we could talk to mcgonagall?” you stammered, tripping over your feet as you tried to keep up with lily’s long, determined strides.

“i’m fine,” lily said. her fists were gripping the fabric of her skirt, so lily was obviously not fine. “i’m fine. let’s just go back to the common room,” she repeated, reassuring herself more than she was responding to you.

you rubbed your forehead. the conflict felt neverending, and you were beginning to feel naive for thinking there’d ever be a light at the end of the tunnel. the wizarding world was on the path to war, after all. there was nothing but dark days ahead. it seemed like you were at the edge of the hurricane, not quite swept into the relentless winds but already swaying as the force of the storm challenged your resilience.

as expected, the common room was bustling with frenzied post-class students rushing to their dorms for afternoon naps and gossip about the day's happenings.

“lily?” marlene called, arm swung loosely over the velvet arm of a plush couch. she looked very cool. “y’good, darling?”

“no,” lily said bluntly. “not at all. those bloody slytherins-”

“it’s not bellatrix, is it?” mary asked nervously. regardless of blood status, bellatrix was an intimidating figure to all.

“no, it’s malfoy. unfortunately.” you frowned. “hoenstly, i’d prefer if it were bellatrix… at least she’s not a bloody coward…”

the mood quickly dampened, evident by the way marlene pushed herself up on her elbows to listen more attentively and mary took a seat on the ottoman, pushing her essay aside in the middle of writing a word.

“wait, what about malfoy?” dorcas asked, hushed.

lily seethed. “the foul git was talking shit in the courtyard, blabbing on about r-”

the girls looked surprised. lily wasn’t one to swear.

“bunny!” remus called from the portrait hole, waving his arm excitedly as he stepped over the threshold. “hey, i missed you in potions, is everything alright?”

five heads whipped around to stare at remus and the three boisterous marauders just behind him. lily rolled her eyes.

“i swear to merlin, if i have to deal with any more of these idiot men, i’m going to be in azkaban by tonight,” lily said, glaring at james very specifically. “i can’t stand them.”

“sure, lils.” marlene didn’t push, but her insinuation was clear.

you ignored lily’s complaints. you, for one, would never object to seeing remus.

lucius malfoy had been wearing his hair down recently.

“how’s your hand?” remus asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. the courtyard didn’t feel the same after your previous altercation, but here you were, sitting with your legs swung over remus’ lap as you skimmed your potions textbook.

“a little sore, but probably not as sore as malfoy’s face,” you snorted. “it was so worth it. if i could do it again, i would’ve punched him. maybe i could’ve broken his nose, or something.”

remus hummed. you’d told him what had happened. at first, you’d omitted the worst of the details, but with a bit of coaxing, remus pulled the full story from you. it was a new feeling, being able to share everything with someone and knowing that they wanted to carry everything you had to offer.

“want me to kiss it better?” remus said coyly, taking your hand in his and pressing a long kiss to your wrist. his lips crept in small steps across your skin. he placed one kiss on the fleshy part at the base of your thumb, another on the back of your hand, a dusting of kisses across your knuckles, until he grew bored and tugged you closer with the hand of yours he was already holding until you were close enough for him to kiss your lips instead.

“much better,” you laughed, giddy. “you- you make me feel safe, remus. sometimes i’m scared that there’ll be… well- and sometimes i’m scared something will happen to you. i don’t know what it is, rem, but there’s nobody else for me. i know it for a fact.”

“fuck, i love you so much,” remus breathed, pulling you in by the chin for another breathless kiss. “merlin, i don’t know what i did to deserve you.”

“you’re cute. and you help me carry my books,” you answered thoughtfully. “that’s what you did.”

“i see how it is,” remus grinned. “i’m just your arm candy and bookshelf, huh?”

“i suppose you could also be my boyfriend.”

“boyfriend?” remus furrowed his brows. a volt of panic shot through you—was it too early for labels? but remus only smiled. “boyfriend… yeah, can i be your boyfriend? i would love to be your boyfriend. i would love to be yours.”

“yes,” you nodded enthusiastically. “yes, rem. yes, be mine.”

“yours,” remus agreed, leaning his forehead on yours. “yes, i want to be yours forever, as long as you let me.”

“wait, does this mean i get to be your girlfriend?”

remus choked with a surprised laugh. “i thought that was implied?”

“just checking!” you poked his cheek. “i just don’t wanna get things wrong with you.”

“you could never do anything wrong, silly girl,” remus chuckled, enveloping your poking hand in his own warmer one. “i agree. there’s nobody else for me either. whatever we do, or whatever happens, it’s enough that i get to do it with you.”

with your back pressed up against the rough trunk of the crabapple tree, feet pressed into the dusty earth, hand squeezed in remus’, and his reassurance in your mind, you felt grounded for the first time in…

“it’s been a long time.” snape said curtly. his robes swished around his calves and he gripped the strap of his bag tighter as he came to a stop in front of you and remus’ conjoined bodies.

you raised your eyebrows. “come to avenge your pal, malfoy?”

snape ignored your question. “i hear the astronomy class is studying moon phases this week. yes, that reminds me… how are things for you, lupin?”

you felt remus tighten his grip around your hand and you placed your own on his thigh reassuringly. as much as you’d love watching snape’s face as you slammed it into the bark of the tree which was so close and right there, you’d drawn enough attention to yourself to last months.

“i don’t understand, sniv- severus. are you falling behind in astronomy? i hear the ravenclaws have a fantastic tutor group for struggling students,” remus quipped.

snape swallowed hard. his eyes flickered around the courtyard before returning to remus’. snape had barely acknowledged you.

“what do you ev-” you started, but were cut off.

“you and your blood traitor friends best watch your backs, lupin,” snape hissed, emphasizing remus’ name like it was a poison. “i’d watch the attitude too. perhaps the missus could learn from that as well.”

remus’ eyes narrowed. he stood, sick of looking up at a boy he despised. at his full height, remus towered over snape. he stood much taller than most at hogwarts, anyway.

“are you threatening me, severus?” remus said lowly, fingers twitching at his sides. you weren’t sure if he was holding himself back from punching snape or grabbing his want and hexing him into next monday’s charms class.

“is there a reason you’d feel that way, remus?” snape bit back. “the innocent need not keep secrets.”

“oh fuck off, would you?”

the three of you redirected your gaze to james, swaggering over with his shirt collar crooked and wand tucked behind his ear, covered by his intentionally disheveled hair.

“potter,” snape spat, even more venomous than he had been with remus’ name. “what are you doing here?”

“can’t i enjoy a lovely afternoon, snivellus?” james waved his arm in a broad gesture to the weather. “i could ask you the same. i’d think that with all your free time, you might’ve had time to try taking a shower. i guess i was mistaken.”

“yes, you are mistaken,” snape said. “you never were the smartest, were you?”

james looked unfazed. “are you a procrastinator, snivellus? i know you’d drop anything for slughorn, but personal hygiene is just as important, mate. how can you expect anyone to take you seriously when you’ve got lice and such a sallow, sad face?”

sirius smirked. “we can give you some tips, if you’d like. ‘course, you’d have to step away from our mates here. i wouldn’t want them to get caught in the- aguamenti!”

with a sputter and burst, a stream of continuous water sprang from sirius’ wand. he held it with both hands, waving it side to side like a firefighter putting out a flame.

snape was furious as he stood shivering in his drenched robes. if he hadn’t been such a lecherous little blood supremacist, you might’ve felt bad for him. he looked like a bad luck-stricken black cat, drenched in the rain and trembling on his feet.

“incendio!” snape shouted, aiming his wand directly at sirius’ chest.

sirius, always on the offense, would have surely caught on fire if it weren’t for james’ quick protection spell.

the two boys stared at each other through james’ magical shield, and you and remus took this time to sneak past snape undetected. you rounded the courtyard until you were behind james and sirius. sirius was breathing heavily. james’ jaw was clenched.

there had always been something much deeper and more personal between snape and james and sirius. peter went along with the deep rivalry simply because his friends felt the same way. remus was forced into it through snape’s blackmailing. and you, by asossiation, were now on his blacklist.

you suppose, as a muggleborn, you would’ve been on that list regardless.

“rictusempra,” you muttered under your breath, discreetly pointing your wand at snape’s ankles. you tried not to smirk as the boy fell to the ground, trying his best not to laugh. he looked like a seal, all slippery and wet in his all-black garb, squirming around on the ground collecting dirt and dead leaves.

sirius found this extremely funny, and needed no magical push to burst into raucous laughter. james looked impressed. when he met your eye, he could tell by your poorly concealed amusement that you were the culprit.

“severus snape!”

bellatrix’ voice slashed through the air. “severus, get up! you’re making a fool of yourself.”

with great difficulty, snape pushed himself onto his knees, still clutching his abdomen in pain. bellatrix rolled her eyes unsympathetically and flicked her wrist in snape’s general direction, lifting the spell and allowing him to collapse to the ground in a damp, defeated heap.

“ah, the little blood traitors,” bellatrix taunted. “i presume you are responsible for this?”

you looked at remus with tired eyes. “let’s go. if a teacher catches us, we’re dead. mostly me. i’ve been involved in too many of these… scuffles of late.”

remus nodded.

snape was clambering to his feet in shame. he swung his damp bag over his shoulder, then flipped it open and began frantically checking its contents. he glanced up at james and sirius, but his eyes were searching for remus. when they settled on remus’ face, emotionless and poker, severus’ expression turned murderous.

from within the bag he tugged out a book. it was soaked through and most likely water damaged beyond repair, but snape lifted the book far enough out of the bag to flash the cover and spine at you.

it came back to you like fragments of glass.

“lupine lawlessness: why lycanthropes don’t deserve to live.”

you knew snape hadn’t come over for the sake of saying hello. you figured he, being the creep he was, just enjoyed making people uncomfortable.

he had wanted you to read the spine of the book, just like he’d wanted you to find it in the first place. he’d dropped it in the potions classroom, knowing you’d pick it up. he’d done so the day of slughorn’s party, when he knew he could catch you off guard.

snape, who’d been thrashing on the ground like a fish out of water only moments ago, was now eye level with bellatrix and suddenly looking like much more of a threat than you’d anticipated. his hand was hiddin in his bag and you assumed he must’ve been gripping the book. he narrowed his eyes, acknowledging your presence for the first time, and imperceptibly, jutted his head in bellatrix’s direction.

your blood went cold. in this very same courtyard, a few days ago, barty crouch had tried to attack you while you had your back turned. isn’t that what you’d just done to snape?

maybe you should’ve known better than to underestimate snape. he wasn’t as physically capable as james and sirius, as influential as malfoy, or as frightening as bellatrix, but he was sly. snape was nowhere near bellatrix’s good graces, but he was about to be.

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