Not quite Famous

Tue, 01 Jun 2004 21:05:24 GMT

Congratulations to all the winners at pervy_werewolf! I bow down to you all. I couldn't manage it, and frankly I wasn't sure how all of you did, but wonderful jobs, and it's safe to assume that Remus is in need of a huge rest! :)

Working on my mwppfqf piece today. I have a month to post it, but I'd like to get it out of the way nice and early, so I can move on to other things. ^_^

Lots of rain here today. It's pouring out and just won't quit. Ah well, I'm home and safe and warm, so I have no complaints.

Off to get some dinner and continue on with my fic. I may post something smaller later tonight, perhaps a few drabbles.

Mon, 31 May 2004 21:04:27 GMT

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Mon, 31 May 2004 20:11:48 GMT

I felt like writing a bit of humour today, which is a huge deal for me, because I NEVER write it. I don't know, the mood just sort of struck. I know I said I'd be taking a bit of a break, but this just sort of hit me and I felt compelled to write it. :)

I think I'll go get a start on my pervy_werewolf fic. Being it's the last one, I should make it extra special. Anyone have any really good ideas, or pairings, really quick? ^_^ It would be much appreciated.

Title: One Down, Two to Go.
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: PG
Pairing: you'll see.
Warning: none
Summery: Harry needs to find out a bit of information from Remus.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.

One Down, Two to Go

“Remus?” he asked, his voice cautious.

“Yes,” the man in question responded, looking from the paper he was engrossed in. Harry smiled and took a sip of his pumpkin juice.

“I heard a rumor the other night,” he remarked softly.

“And what was that?” Remus folded his paper neatly and placed it on the table, crossing his legs.

“It was about you and Snape,”

“Professor Snape, Harry,” he reminded him gently.

“Yeah,” he paused, “About you and Professor Snape,” he looked up at the older man, who was smiling down at him, “Ron said that the twins had heard…” he drifted off, not sure of how to continue.

“Heard what?” Remus prompted, glancing wistfully back at his abandoned paper.

Harry swallowed and forced himself to continue on, “They said they heard you and Professor Snape were, well…” he stopped again, considering his words, “…intimate,” he finished finally.

Remus looked aghast at Harry, mouth open, and a confused look on his face. He laughed quietly after a few moments and shook his head, “No Harry, I can assure you that Severus and I are certainly not…intimate,” he smiled at the boy and picked up his paper, opening it back up to the section he had been reading before, “Is that all?” he asked, his eyes scanning over the page.

Harry shook his head, but remained quiet for a moment, “So you’re not at all…you mean you’ve never…with Snape?” he asked again, leaning forward slightly.

Remus looked back up from his paper, brows knitted together, “No Harry, Severus and I see nothing of each other outside the Order, and thank heavens for that,” the younger boy grinned impishly, “but why are you all of a sudden so interested in my love life?” he posed.

Harry flushed suddenly and looked away, “No reason,” he answered shortly, before standing up from his seat at the kitchen table at Grimmauld place, and nearly dashed from the room.

Remus shook his head and returned his attention back to his paper, wondering whether young Harry had developed a slight crush on him. He had to admit that that wasn’t a bad thing; the boy was quite attractive…

Harry ran through the parlor and up to the room Ron and himself shared. He dashed inside and shut the door behind him, grinning at the redhead who lay on the bed, a pile of homework spread out underneath him.

“So did you find out?” Ron asked eagerly.

“Yeah,” Harry answered, a huge grin on his face.

“He’s single?” Ron perked up, sitting up straight.

“Yeah, he’s not with Remus,” Harry answered. Ron took out a piece of parchment from underneath his bed. He scratched off Remus’s name with his quill and scanned the list down.

“That only leaves Hagrid and Bill,” he remarked, showing Harry the parchment.

“Perfect,” Harry breathed, grinning widely, “I’ll have Snape, no wait, Severus in no time,”

Sun, 30 May 2004 17:26:56 GMT

Having a very bad week. I'll be taking some time off writing because of some personal problems. I'll still be around, so I'll be answering my e-mails and keeping up to date on all the things happening around here, but as for posting, I don't think anything huge will be updated until mid June.

I missed yesterday's posting for pervy_werewolf, so I guess I'm out of the running for that. :( Aw well, only missing one day isn't bad at all. I'll try and update tomorrow, but there are no promises.

Title: Early Morning Visitor
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Hagrid
Warning: chan, slash
Summery: Hagrid’s hut is much closer to the Shrieking Shake than the hospital wing is.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Early Morning Visitor

Hagrid has grown used to the sight of Remus Lupin, slumped against his front door, knocking noisily in the early hours of the morning. It only happens once a month, and Hagrid knows why. Dumbledore informed all the staff of young Lupin’s condition when he first started school here, three years ago.

It started in his first year, only a few months in, when Hagrid, out early to start his morning chores caught sight of the young boy, limping weakly, wrapped in a tattered cloak, trying to get up to the castle.

He’d brought him down to his cabin, despite the many protests and promptly put the boy to bed with the fire on in the fireplace, keeping him warm.

And since then it continued. Little Lupin would stumble his way to Hagrid’s cabin and rest there for a few hours before Pomfrey would look him over and dismiss him to his dormitory, where he’d spend the remainder of the day catching up on work and resting in his bed.

The knocking on the door was heard, a very familiar sound to Hagrid’s ears, and the giant walked quickly over to open it for the young third year to come inside.

He was more of a mess than usual. His robes were tattered to shreds, hiding very little. His face was dirtied and his hair was tangled roughly. Scars and scratches riddled his thighs and chest, blood seeping from the open wounds. His face was wet with tears.

Hagrid helped him inside and the boy flung himself at him, wrapping his scrawny arms about his waist. He sobbed weakly against Hagrid’s solid body, crying pitifully.

“Yeh hold on, righ’ ‘ere,” Hagrid told him, fetching a warm blanket to fold around him. The cool November wind blew mercilessly outside and the boy was frozen to the bone.

“Thank you, Hagrid,” he whispered, sniffing loudly.

“Now yeh stay ‘ere, I’ll go fetch yeh some water,” he said, helping Remus to walk over to the fire, setting him down in a large chair. He disappeared for a few moments, reemerging with a bucket of warm water and a soft cloth. Sitting down next to Remus, he wet the cloth and opened up the blankets at Remus’s chest, wiping off the dried blood gently.

Remus closed his eyes and stifled a whimper. A few more tears fell down his cheeks and Hagrid wiped them away softly.

“Yeh alrigh’ now, don’t yeh worry,” Remus tried to answer, but his throat felt too constricted to talk properly.

Hagrid continued, cleaning the wounds on the boy’s arms and back. He snuggly wrapped the blankets back up around his chest and opened them from the waist down. He gently stroked the scratches on the boy’s thigh, wiping off the blood and cleaning the cut.

Remus flushed hotly and looked away biting his lip, as his cock hardened a tad. He tried to squirm away from Hagrid’s touch, but found moving made it much worse.

“Hagrid,” he whispered, “Can I sleep now?” he asked feebly, hoping that the giant hadn’t noticed.

Hagrid looked up and saw clearly what was making the boy uncomfortable. His small, childish cock was flushed and hardened, standing up from a small nest of sparse brown curls.

Remus squirmed again, a weak sob coming out from his lips.

“Tha’ is okay, happens to everyone, don’t yeh know,” Hagrid remarked, sensing the boy’s embarrassment.

Remus nodded, but still tried to squirm away, “Please may I sleep now?” he asked, trying to remember his manners.

“Not until I finish wit’ yer cuts,”

The small boy tried to keep calm, but he found that hard when the back of Hagrid’s massive hand kept rubbing either his balls or the base of his cock. He stifled a sob as Hagrid moved it unexpectedly up, and it rubbed over his slit.

Hagrid kept tending to the scars on Remus’s inner thighs, unaware that his hand moved steadily over Remus’s erection. He wiped off a particularly deep cut in a soft rubbing motion, causing Remus to moan softly.

The back of his hand brushed over the slit a second time, sending Remus over the edge. The boy bucked and moaned, louder than before, as his seed spilled out, flooding over Hagrid’s and his chest.

Remus slumped weakly, his face bright red with arousal and embarrassment. Hagrid only smiled and dipped the cloth into the water again before cleaning up the mess Remus had made and carrying him over to the large bed, tucking him in and telling him to have a good rest.

Fri, 28 May 2004 21:23:57 GMT

Ick.

Headache today. Very glas it's Friday. I'm planning on going to sleep, after eatting some dinner. :)

Title: Quick Silver
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Moody/Remus
Warning: graphic slash
Summery: Remus can’t be blamed for all of his actions, while under a certain influence.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Quick Silver

He was nearly limp in Moody’s arms as he was carried. He tried to walk, but he couldn’t manage it properly. Moody held him tightly as he felt himself drifting into a peaceful sleep. He was so tired and it would feel so good to rest…

“Lupin,” the voice jarred him awake, “don’t you dare close your eyes lad, if you sleep you may never wake up,”

Remus nodded weakly, fighting to keep his eyes open as he laid his head down upon Moody’s shoulder. He’d long since stopped feeling any pain. All he knew was a slightly unpleasant tingling sensation swirling over all his muscles.

“Moody?” he asked; his voice wasn’t his own. It was weak and frail and trembled something horrible.

“What?” the man spoke gruffly, hauling Remus’s body higher over his shoulder as they continued down the darkened hallway.

“Are we almost out?” Moody sighed and stopped a moment, straightening up before continuing on.

“Almost, Lupin,” he answered, not sounding quite as intimidating as usual. Remus smiled, knowing Moody was just trying to keep him calm.

Remus yawned and closed his eyes, unable to keep them open any longer. He let out a sharp moan as pain flittered through his subconscious.

“No sleeping, remember,” Moody reminded him, his wand still out and raised. Remus tried to nod, but found he’d lost most of the feeling in his neck.

“Sorry,” Remus murmured, fighting the urge to sleep again. He slumped limply against his rescuer, just hoping that they’d get to Hogwarts soon. A scream sounded from behind them and Moody turned instantly, his wand out and ready.

“Ah yes,” said a familiar voice, who Remus instantly recognized as Lucius Malfoy, “we were wondering where our little test subject had gotten off to,” Moody grunted and tightened his grip on Remus. He belted out a curse that hit a heavy man square in the chest, knocking him backwards. Lucius laughed, and pointed his wand up, waving off the other Death Eaters behind him.

Moody shot a curse at him, but Malfoy blocked it easily. He grinned as Remus gasped, pain starting to out do the numbness that flooded his body.

“He was such a fun little test,” Lucius remarked, gracefully shooting curse after curse at Moody, who rebounded them, “fought all the way up until be gave him the silver,” he paused as he aimed more directly as Moody, “interesting really, we all know that silver kills werewolves in their wolf form, but no one has ever tried it on their human form,”

Moody finally lost it, spelling towards Lucius a powerful curse. It sent him falling backwards, knocking him unconscious. The other Death Eaters all raised their wands and readied them at Moody, but by the time their first curses left their lips, Moody had already fled with Remus down the corridor.

They ran for a long time, the sound of heavy steps behind them, tracking them. Moody ducked into a tight alcove, pressing Remus against him as they squeezed in together, “Don’t make a sound,” he warned, letting Remus’s head loll to his chest.

Lupin’s breathing had sped up and he was now constantly gasping for air. His head felt like it was swimming and the pain had returned, making him unable to stay completely still.

Moody held him, trying to keep him calm. They could hear the Death Eaters approach and walk by, inspecting the area.

Their voices were still loud, but they’d passed, “We’ll wait here until we can’t hear them, then we’ll leave,” Moody whispered, rubbing Remus’s back as a harsh spasm passed through him, “Just hold on,” he added even quieter.

Remus let out a choked cry, only muffled by Moody’s shoulder, “Alastor?” he asked, his voice faint as he looked up at the older man, his eyes unfocused. Moody nodded, inwardly surprised. He’d never heard Remus refer to him by his give name before.

Remus didn’t say anything, only leaned upwards and pressed his lips against Moody’s thin ones, trying to deepen the kiss wetly. Moody didn’t respond, but let the ill man kiss him enthusiastically. It was clear Remus didn’t have a clue what he was doing; he was ill and weak and not in control of himself. Moody refused to take advantage of him, no matter how soft those lips were…

When Remus pulled back he descended upon Moody’s neck, kissing and licking it with the same fervor as he had with his mouth. He pressed his hips against him, and Moody felt the unmistakable bulge of an erection pulsing underneath his robes, affecting his own body. Moody tried to will away his own forming erection. This wasn’t the time or the place, what with Death Eaters roaming around so close, to be doing this. And certainly not with Remus as he was.

But those hips were moving almost frantically against his own and the soft noises Remus was making were intoxicating. They grew louder, and Moody, unable to think of another way to quiet him, captured his lips, kissing him deeply for a second time.

Remus whimpered against him and drove his hips up, gasping incoherently, closing his eyes as Remus bucked and thrust against him. The younger man gave a startled, muffled moan into his mouth and then stilled. Moody felt warm wetness seeping from Remus’s robes against his own. He sighed and caught him as he slumped against him, holding Remus in his arms calmly, despite the ache in his trousers.

The voices had trailed away, only the quietest murmur being heard off in the distance. Moody reemerged out into the corridor, Remus in his arms as they walked through the maze that was the dungeons in Malfoy manor.

*

Days later Moody arrived back at Grimmauld place and headed up the stairs immediately. Remus lay in his bed, eyes closed as he slept lightly, the blankets pulled high around him.

Moody sat on the edge of the bed and petted his hair away from his face, stroking his forehead softly. As Remus’s eyes flickered open he hastily removed his hand, trying to smile casually as Remus’s large brown eyes looked up at him.

“Awake at last, I see,” Moody murmured. Remus nodded weakly.

“What happened?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You don’t remember?” Remus shook his head, yawning. Inwardly Moody sighed.

Thu, 27 May 2004 20:47:22 GMT

Gotta go to my niece's soccer match in about a half an hour. Never been good at soccer, always is baseball for me. :) Which works because my dad is coaching this year, so I get to help out! ^_^

Tired, way too tired to form proper sentences. It's a good thing i wrote today's fic last night. :)

Title: Torn Tissue
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Warning: graphic slash
Summery: Severus has been hiding something from Remus.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Torn Tissue

“Severus?” the black haired man whipped around, jumping slightly at the unexpected noise. Beads of water dropped on the floor from his soaked hair, leaving small puddles on the tile.

“I’m in the middle of something, Lupin,” Severus grumbled, pulling the a towel around his waist and folding it tightly

“Sorry,” Remus smiled impishly, “I was just wondering whether you were free this afternoon,” the man paused, and his grin faded almost immediately as he looked up and down his lover, “Oh, Severus,” he breathed, approaching him cautiously, one hand outstretched to touch the bruises.

“It’s nothing,” Severus shook off Remus, but the look of concern stayed firmly printed on the werewolf’s face.

“From last night?” he posed, feeling guilt sweep over him. Severus had come home late from a mission, most likely Death Eaters, from what Remus gathered and simply slid into bed, assuring his lover that nothing spectacular had happened. Remus hadn’t thought to doubt his reasoning.

Severus nodded, “It’s nothing, I already put a healing potion on it,” Remus closed his eyes, leaning his face into Severus’s chest, inhaling the scent of fresh soap. Severus gently held Remus’s head there, stroking his hair idly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly.

“It’s not important and I don’t want you to worry,” Severus pressed a slight kiss to Remus’s hair.

“I won’t stop worrying, you know,” Remus held him closer and Severus feigned a gentle smile.

“I know,” he pulled back and laid a chaste kiss on Remus’s lips, before straightening the towel around his waist and heading out the bathroom door, “I’m just going to get dressed. When I’m done how about me go to Hogsmeade?” he suggested. Remus nodded, brightening up a tad at the prospect of going out with Severus.

*

“Severus are you alright?” Remus asked the moment the man stepped inside their bedroom. He sat propped up amongst pillows, a book he hadn’t been reading sitting on his knees. It didn’t matter that it was late. He could never sleep when he knew Severus was out in danger.

The only light that shone in the bedroom came from a tiny lamp on the nightstand, casting a dim glow on the white pages of the novel in his lap. Severus stumbled over to the bed, shrugging off his robes as he went.

“I’m fine, Remus. You must be exhausted, go to sleep,” his voice was hoarse and constricted. He pulled the covers over himself and lay down fully, resting his head on the pillows.

Remus looked over at him, relaxing to rest beside him, moving his head so it settled over his chest. Severus’s dark hair was sweaty and limp and his face paler than usual.

“What happened?” he whispered.

“Nothing,” Severus said coolly, “Don’t worry about it, just sleep,” he wrapped his arms around Remus’s body, holding him close.

Remus reluctantly shut his eyes, unable to hold back the yawn. It was late and he was tired and in no more than a few minutes he was fast asleep against Severus’s chest, unknowing of how Severus slowly moved his body so it lay freely, and then snuck off to the bathroom, to clean off the blood and heal the scars.

*

When Remus woke from his transformation, some weeks later, he realized something was amiss. Severus wasn’t with him. His lover always stayed for with him during his transformations; it was something of a need they both had. On the nights when Severus was working, he’d always make sure to be there by morning.

But there was no sign of Severus anywhere. Remus crawled off of the bed, landing in a painful heap on the floor. He shook as he walked cautiously into their living chambers. Severus wasn’t at his desk, or in front of the fire, or in the bathroom.

He walked weakly over to the couch and collapsed onto it, not caring that he was naked or cold. Severus hadn’t returned home. A sinking feeling pervaded in his chest.

Remus was unsure how long he lay there. He contemplated getting dressed and going to tell Dumbledore. He decided against it. There was complete silence in their chambers, not even the fire crackled, having burned out in the night.

Finally the door opened and Remus looked up. Severus limped in, leaning heavily against the wall for support. A trickle of blood dripped down his lip and Remus could clearly see rips and tears on his robes. Remus sat up, jarring himself in the process. Severus noticed and smiled weakly, limping over to his lover. He leaned down and petted the soft brown hair and gently caressed his cheek before whispering, “Go climb into bed. I’m just going to clean up,” he paused and pressed a finger to Remus’s lips, stopping him from interrupting, “I’m so sorry about being late,” with that he slowly made his way into their bathroom.

Remus sat dumbfounded for a moment, simply staring into the wall. He shakily made his wall to the bathroom and opened the door, not even bothering to knock.

Severus’s body was torn and bloodied in many places, bruised in others. He rubbed a cool gray salve on some of the damage on his arms.

“That’s all you have to say?” Remus asked, a tremor going through his normally steady voice, “I’m sorry! That’s all!” rage built up and he found himself unable to calm down, “You come here battered up like this, and then you apologize,” Remus’s voice broke and he stormed over to Severus, looking at though he could have slapped him.

“Remus, it’s okay,” Severus took hold of him and kissed him soundly, surprised to hear a slight moan of protest coming from his lover.

“No, it’s not,” Remus looked him up and down, “you should go see Pomfrey; these are really bad,”

“I’ve had worse,” Severus regretted the words the moment they left his mouth.

“You mean you’ve been hiding this from me!” Remus accused, anger welling back up in his voice, regaining its strength.

“I just didn’t want you to worry,” Severus said shortly.

Remus wanted to yell and scream. He wanted to beat Severus into a pulp for thinking that way. But he didn’t have the strength and found himself unable to even raise his voice any louder. He nodded, feeling the urge to cry, but holding it back.

Severus looked him in the eyes, “I’ll be fine, go and lie down,” he instructed, trying to nudge Remus out the bathroom.

Remus looked up, “No,” he sighed and pulled the bottle of salve from Severus’s hand, leading his lover from the bathroom to their bedroom. He smiled as he helped Severus to sit, facing away from him.

He started with his back, lightly working in the lotion in circular patterns over the torn and bruised tissue. Severus moaned a sigh of relief, leaning forward to give Remus more access. After his back was looking better, Remus had Severus turn around and he worked it over his chest and arms.

“Is this okay?” he asked tentatively, smiling slightly as Severus looked up from behind a veil of inky black hair.

“It’s perfect,” he murmured, pulling Remus down for a kiss.

Remus could feel his own cock hardening and Severus was clearly in a similar state. He deepened the kissed and rocked their hips together, careful not to press too much of his weight down on the injured man.

Severus sighed into his mouth, as they pulled apart. Remus rested his head on Severus’s healed shoulder and closed his eyes, dipping his fingers back into the jar of cool liquid, smoothing it over his hand. He gently wrapped his fingers around Severus’s erection, coating it with the lotion. He moved astride him and smiled as he pushed down, embedding his lover inside him.

Remus moaned and pressed against Severus, who was writhing underneath him. He suppressed a smile and arched up, moving his hips back and forth over Severus’s erection.

It felt good riding his lover like this, to be in control of the situation, being Severus could hardly sit up. He rocked a little harder, spurred on by Severus’s loud moans.

He wrapped his sticky fingers around his own cock, stroking in time. Severus watched him as he did this, soft gasps and groans immerging from his mouth.

Remus groaned as he climaxed, his seed spilling down his hand and onto Severus’s chest. He clenched purposefully around Severus’s erection, bringing him over only seconds later. They both stilled, breathing heavily.

Remus climbed off of Severus’s lap and curled up at his side, pulling the blanket back over both of them. Severus turned to hold onto Remus as both of them drifted off into a light sleep.

Thu, 27 May 2004 00:21:34 GMT

*sigh*

Icky day today. Had to line up my summer job at home, make sure I was still employed and all that. Unfortunately I still am. Gross, I hate Silvan, yucky tutoring place. It's not fun there. :(

On the bright side, the explosion at pornish_pixies seems to have brought out the best in all! ^_^ Yay for smut!

Wrote a bit of Neville/Remus for pervy_werewolf and nevillosity. I know I was going for all different pairings this month, and Neville/Remus was one of the first ones I did, but I just couldn't come up with an interesting situation for the others. I'll think more on that tomorrow, and try for a new one then. I just hit major mental melt today. Ah well, it's done now. :)

Title: Questions of the Family
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Neville
Warning: graphic slash.
Summery: After an accident at St. Mungos, Neville needs someone else to turn to.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Questions of the Family

Lupin petted his soft brown hair as the boy wept, crying harshly, his shoulders shaking as he buried his face further into his arms at the kitchen table. All Remus could do was softly run his fingers through the boy’s delicate hair and down his neck, trying to sooth him somehow.

Neville wouldn’t be soothed. He cried harder, eventually sobbing so loud that it woke Mrs. Black’s portrait on the wall, causing Remus to have to calm her as well.

When the morning sun rose and the lights from outdoors slowly lit, Remus finally was able to help Neville to bed, keeping one arm sturdily around him, not sure whether the boy would collapse in his arms at any minute.

He gently deposited him in his bed and pulled off his cool robes, still wet with sweat and tears. Remus tucked him in and fluffed his pillows, before kissing the boy on the forehead and whispering to him that everything will be all right.

Remus didn’t believe his own words, but he held conviction in them, at least trying to sound convincing. He wasn’t sure Neville believed what he said, either, but he couldn’t change the boy’s feelings.

The headline in the paper that morning told of the attack on St. Mungos, and how so many innocent lives had been lost. The Longbottoms were listed with the rest of the causalities on the third page.

Neville didn’t sleep much that morning, returning down long before lunch. Remus watched the boy carefully as he sipped tea, sitting across the table from the many Weasleys. He was putting on a brave sort of face, which Remus was sure the rest of the inhabitants of Grimmauld Place were very thankful for. They couldn’t deal with Harry’s grief over loosing Sirius well; they didn’t need another boy falling to pieces on their hands.

But Remus made sure Neville was tended to. He wasn’t going to ignore him as the rest were doing.

The two developed a pattern; each night they’d retire to the library and either read or play chess. They scarcely talked to each other and when they did they never mentioned the attack or anything else that had to do with Order matter. Remus knew Neville got enough of that as it was.

They had a comfortable silence, which they both enjoyed, and Remus felt no need to expand on that. He was happy just to have a companion to enjoy the evening with.

“Professor?” Neville asked one night, a thick book propped up in front of him, “Did you know my parents?” he questioned tentatively, peering over the top of the pages. Remus sighed, hooking the bookmark between the crisp pages of his novel.

“I knew your father a bit, he was one year ahead of us at school. I never really knew your mother, but not until she joined the Order,” Remus paused, smiling, “they were very good people, Neville,”

The boy smiled a small, sad smile and nodded, “What were they like?” his voice was quiet.

“You’re father was very intelligent. He could have easily been in Ravenclaw, but he was Gryffindor,” Remus held back a broad grin, “he helped me quite a bit with my potion’s homework, actually,”

Neville chuckled softly, “And my mom?”

“She was very sweet, a very nice woman, Neville,” in all truth Remus couldn’t remember much about Alice Longbottom, but he supposed she was a good woman, she had been close friends with Lily, after all.

Neville looked down at the floor, his eyes watery, “I wish I could remember them, you know…before…” his voice broke and he bit his lip.

Remus got up from his seat on the couch across from Neville’s chair and bent beside the boy, running a gentle hand over the boy’s teary face.

“They’d be very proud of you, Neville,” he only snorted and shook his head away from Remus’s hand, “I’m serious, they would be. You’re a good wizard Neville, you’ll do great things for the Order,”

“Really?” Neville looked down to meet Remus’s eyes. His voice was trembling just a tad.

“Yes, Neville, really,”

The boy launched himself at Remus, throwing his arms around the man’s neck, nearly knocking Remus onto his behind. The older man held Neville in his arms, petting his hair in soft, even strokes. Neville buried his face in the crook of Remus’s neck, and he could tell that the boy was crying softly.

He held him like that for a while, until the tears and trembles subsided. As Neville pulled away, very flushed, Remus felt something hard brush up against his leg.

Oh dear. Neville avoided Remus’s gaze, his face flushing more furiously than before.

“You must think I’m a freak,” he whispered weakly.

“You’re not at all a freak, Neville,” Remus assured him, resting his hand on the boy’s shoulder, “you know it happens to everyone,”

Neville opened his mouth as if to say something, but promptly closed it, looking away. He gaze darted over to Remus a few times, and then finally landed on him, staring a while.

Nothing was said, but when Neville leaned over against Remus and pressed his lips against Remus’s, the older man opened his mouth and let Neville’s tongue slide in awkwardly. It was obvious Neville near nothing about what he was attempting to do, but Remus let him go on, pushing and licking and kissing messily.

When they pulled away Neville was panting hard and the bulge in his robes was much more clear, the outline perfectly visible.

Remus sighed and brushed his finger over Neville’s cheek, kissing his neck softly, “Do you want this?” he asked, unbuttoning the top row of buttons on his robes. He knew this was so wrong, taking advantage of a boy whose parents had just died. Neville was clearly feeling lonely and lost and had turned to Remus. But he couldn’t have stopped himself, not even if he had wanted to. It had been such a long time and Neville was so flushed and pink.

Neville whimpered and pushed his hips up, “Yes,” he gasped. Remus wrapped his fingers around the engorged cock through his robes and stroked upwards gently. Neville keened and pressed back enthusiastically.

Remus could feel his own erection hardening, but he said nothing, only leaning in to softly kiss and lick Neville’s exposed neck and lightly move his hand over his cock.

“Please,” Neville half sobbed, thrusting his hips up. His head fell back to land on the cushion of the chair. Remus smiled and moved his hand a tad faster, not even bothering to attempt to remove the boy’s robes. He could tell Neville was nearly there.

He squeezed lightly at the head, sending Neville over the edge. The boy sobbed and thrust his hips up wildly; his face flushed a deep pink. Remus felt warm seed spread over the crotch of Neville’s robes. He removed his hand and gently kissed Neville’s cheek. His own erection ached, but he refused to mention it to never. He’d done enough to the poor child. He didn’t want Neville feeling as though he owed him something.

“Are you all right?” he asked, as Neville sat up dizzily.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “I’m okay,” the boy leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to Remus’s lips, resting his head on the man’s shoulders. He was still breathing heavily.

“You’ll be fine, Neville,” he whispered, “everything will be fine,” Neville nodded and closed his eyes.

“Will you tell me more about my parents?” Remus sighed, but agreed, despite the sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach.

“Of course,” he answered, wondering whether the next time will lead to a similar circumstance.

Tue, 25 May 2004 20:26:43 GMT

Took a break from tidying my room to do some light housework, more or less located in the terror zone that is my room. :) It's actually looking a little better now.

Got talking with neverforgets today. We already ordered our advance tickets, so on June the fourth, there we are! Can't wait. The reviews were just driving me off the wall with jealousy. I had to stop reading them, I'm spoiling all the good parts. ^_^

Here's some smut, please review, tried something a little different this time.

Title: War Spoils
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Lucius
Warning: non-con, grossness, angst
Summery: Lucius Malfoy was surprised by his choice at a prisoner.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

War Spoils

He lays completely limp when I come into his room, his gray hair fluffed out against the silken pillows, his skin pallid and smooth, only the odd old scar blemishing his thin body. I lean over him and stroke his face, wondering why I chose such a man.

I could have had Wood; he looked a strapping you lad, probably would have put up a fight, too. I could have had Snape. He’s not much to look at, but punishing a traitor such as Severus would have proved more fun than this promises to be. I could have even had young Potter, or at least I could have shared him. My Lord wouldn’t give up full possession of his new favorite toy.

But no, I’ve chosen the werewolf, an ill, old looking, though younger than myself, crippled man, who looks half dead as he lays on my bed, sleeping due to the potions he’d ingested.

I’m not quite sure why I chose him. He’s a monster, a foul beast that will burden me heavily once a month. He’s not stunningly attractive, nor does he appear to have any remarkable skills I should like to harness. But he’s an Order member nonetheless and they have to be dealt with accordingly.

Not many upper class Death Eaters would want such a prisoner. He’d likely be given to one of the younger, inexperienced lot, who’d go easy with him and let him get away with murder. It’s for the best that I claimed him as my own, even if he was on his deathbed when I did so.

He doesn’t look much improved now, regardless of what the healer said. Though he is less bloody and not strung with the Cruciatus, nor does he smell like wet dog. I smile to myself, thinking my new little pet’s reaction when he wakes up. He’ll be disoriented for sure; the potions he’s been fed with assure that much. I can’t wait to see the look on his face. Oh how the proud have fallen. Once the brave, righteous little Gryffindor, now shackled to my bed, waiting to service me.

It is good to have such power.

His eyes flutter weakly as he wakes, blinking in rapid succession like a man blinded. He gazes up at me, his hazel eyes falling over me, scanning me as if to assure him I am real. He opens his mouth to speak, but I silence him with a wave of my hand.

“You’ll not speak unless spoken to,” he seems to realize what’s going on, or at least has gained some conscious. He tugs uselessly at the chains pinning his arms and legs to the bedposts, his brow knit in concentration.

I smile. He’s rather a pretty sight when he’s trying to fight.

“You belong to me now,” I tell him, grinning as he startles.

“But Harry…” I backhand him swiftly, causing him to jerk to one side.

“You’re not to speak,” I tell him again, not able to stop from smiling, “And you’re little mudblood savior is dead. He was killed last night,” he pulls again at the chains, his eyes darker than before, a grim look of determination on his face, “You won’t get anywhere by doing that,” I warn him, “they’re magically bound and you have no power. You’re wand has been snapped, and I’m afraid you won’t be acquiring a new one,”

For the first time a look of panic appears on his aged face. He doesn’t say a word and falls limp onto the bed, loosening his pull on his binds.

“Tonight you’ll be moved to your own rooms,” I do not tell him that his rooms are hardly larger than a small closet and are padlocked on the outside, with no windows, “For the time being you’re to stay here. You were hurt rather nastily by Macnair,” I also do not point out that in the end the wolf actually managed to do away with Macnair. I don’t think he remembers, so I risk little.

He looks away defiantly, a scowl covering his pale face. I cannot resist indulging in asking him.

“What seems to be the matter, Lupin? Are you not happy with your new station?” I lean in and hold his chin to face me. His eyes meet mine, then look away hastily. This is good; he knows his place already.

But he does not answer; he only keeps his gaze focused on the door behind me, staring at it fixedly. I scowl.

“It can’t be all that new a concept to you. After all, you served my baby cousin for quite some years before he landed in prison, didn’t you?” what I’ve heard are only rumors of course, but from the way he jerks from my touch and closes his eyes painfully, I can tell they are all true.

“Fuck off, Malfoy,” he hisses, biting his lip to keep from whimpering as I slap him hard across the face.

“You will not speak to me that way, wolf,” I whisper, dangerously low. I take my cane from where it is propped up against the bedside and stroke the silver snakehead idly, “Do you know, Lupin, that this cane is pure silver?” I ask him pleasantly and see the grimace that appears on his face as he jerks as far back from me as the chains will allow.

I grin and lightly caress the open mouth, bringing it down to touch Lupin’s bare shoulder. I press it in, firmly holding it still. He hisses and doesn’t manage to suppress a shudder. His eyes press closed and he lets out a guttural sob.

I remove the cane and where the red was once pressed the skin is burned deeply, flushed red with ugly boils over it.

“Did that hurt, little wolf?” I ask, watching in glee as tears appear at the corner of his eyes. He refuses to let them fall. Yet.

He doesn’t answer, keep his watery eyes stationed away from me at all times. I know what will make him respond. His shabby old robes have been long since removed, replaced with clinical white ones, simply made with little shape to them. I pull them up over his waist, watching as the look of horror grows on his face.

“Do you know your place yet?” I ask, he doesn’t respond.

I wait no longer, holding my cane firmly in my hand I press it down against his inner thigh, making sure it doesn’t move. A sob escapes his throat and he tries to writhe away, but he gets nowhere.

I hold it down for much longer than before. When I pull it off the skin has broken and blood issues forth in small amounts. A streak of smooth tears falls down his cheek, dripping down his chin and onto his neck.

“Do you know your place yet?” I repeat. He looks away, tears still falling.

His flaccid cock falls between his legs, long and thin, much like the rest of him. I cannot resist such a temptation. I take it in one hand and rub it to hardness, evoking soft whimpers from his mouth. He doesn’t remove his eyes from the door.

When his erection stands jutting out against his stomach I smile and idly play with the silver snakehead. His breath catches in his throat, realizing what I’m planning. I look down at him, running my fingers through his gray hair, “If you promise to be a good little wolf I’ll stop right now,” he holds my stare longer this time, his brows wrinkled, his lip bitten. Finally he pulls his gaze away, a few stray tears still trickling down his cheeks, “Have it your way,” I breathe as I lay the head of my cane against the head of his cock.

He screams, hoarse and begging. His hips thrust upwards and then downwards, but he can’t escape it. The tears return full force, covering his cheeks and chin as he sobs, pulling his hips awkwardly away from my grasp. His eyes roll back and he moans, crying out in a weak scream.

When I finally remove my cane, much later than I should have his erection is completely diminished, his cock head still swollen from burn, which leaves angry red bumps and boils over it. He looks up at me, his eyes squinting from the pain. His head has hit the pillow and he lays completely limp, breathing harshly.

I lean over him, knowing I’ll get the answer I want now, “Do you know you’re place yet?” I ask.

His eyes open weakly, tears still pouring from them. He nods, unable to summon the strength to speak. This doesn’t bother me; in fact I like this much better. I smile and stroke his cheek in what he knows is a mock caress. Suddenly Wood, Snape and Potter don’t seem like such prizes anymore.

Mon, 24 May 2004 19:54:04 GMT

Oh, I'm on a POA spoiler high. :) I've read so many reviews and comments about the movie/premiere I think my head will spin off. God, I'm so excited. I can't wait to see it. Lupin and Black are who I'm most excited about, can't wait to see that hug. :) Apparently it's great. ^_^

Had to take a break from the squeeage to write a bit. Funny, how when I'm having such a great day I feel the need to write some angst. Strange.

Title: Early Morning Goodbyes
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Ron
Warning: graphic slash
Summery: Remus hates seeing his lover leaving so frequently.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Early Morning Goodbyes

Ron was curled up at Remus’s side, sleeping peacefully. His red hair hung over his eyes in a messy scrawl, fluffed by the pillows.

Remus enjoyed these few quiet moments they spent together. It was rare for them to be alone and simply enjoy each other’s company now. It had been getting progressively harder to do since the war was officially declared, and that had been some years ago.

But the moments they did manage to get were too precious to waste. The few times they saw each other briefly at Order meetings or during prolonged fights with Death Eater cells they both relished in, though it was far from satisfying.

When they were able to spend real time together, not just rushed whispers of endearments or fleeting glances across a table, they lived and breathed it like oxygen.

In Remus’s eyes Ron was still a young boy, the one who’d cried in the kitchen at Grimmauld place alone after hearing about Bill’s death, the one Remus had lovingly put his arm around to try and calm the boy, the one who in a frenzied moment of strong emotions had leaned up and kissed his square on the mouth, refusing to pull away, regardless of how much Remus had forced it off.

Remus knew the boy had grown up, had graduated Hogwarts and then Auror training. He knew he was no longer a scared boy, frightened of simple things like spiders. But even though he knew this, in Remus’s eyes Ron was still a child.

He shouldn’t be doing such things with him, even if he is over age. He never should have started, but the moment those silken lips touched his he was lost. Remus couldn’t refuse Ron anything, even though he knew he should.

Ron should be out with a boy his own age. He shouldn’t spend what little free time he has on an old, ill man like Remus, but he does anyway. He always came back on the nights he was in London, even if it’s only to venture to his flat, crawl into bed with Remus and sleep until morning dawns.

And so Ron slept contently, his head pillowed against Remus’s side, as the older man woke to see his young lover still encased in his dreams. The clock said that they had few moments left together. Ron was due out to France with Harry, and he would be returning back to Africa.

“Ron, wake up,” he whispered, nudging the boy softly in the shoulder. Ron yawned, his eyes blinking open in a stupor.

“It’s early,” the boy said, burying his face back in Remus’s chest.

“You’re supposed to leave in twenty minutes,” Ron sat up abruptly, swearing softly to himself. Remus only smiled and carded his fingers through the fiery red hair.

“It’s not fair. They never station us together,” he told Remus quietly, sitting up against the headboard, closing his eyes.

“Maybe they will for our next mission,” Remus remarked, though he had little faith in what he was conveying. They worked in different fields. Ron tracked down Death Eaters, while Remus worked with other ‘dark’ creatures.

“Maybe,” Ron agreed, not sounding convinced.

Remus sensed the despair evident in his lover’s voice, “It’ll be fine,” he comforted, wrapping both arms around him. Ron smiled and leaned up to kiss his lips gently.

“I hope so,” Remus remained silent, only holding Ron close. They stayed like that for the better part of five minutes, until Ron looked up at the clock and sighed, “I really should get ready,”

“Not yet,” Remus whispered, pulling him back down to lie underneath him on the bed. Ron laughed as their lips captured each other’s hotly.

Ron rolled over, pinning Remus down, spreading the older man’s bare legs so he lay between them. The beginnings of his arousal pushed up against the Remus’s cleft, thrusting suggestively. Remus moaned quietly and urged Ron closer, while grabbing a vial off the nightstand.

“Be quick,” he told him softly, handing the vial to Ron while kissing him gently on the nose, “we don’t have much time,”

Ron rubbed his hardening erection with the oil, stroking the tip until he was ready. He took Remus’s long legs and hooked them over his shoulders, positioning himself in front of his hole.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice trembling weakly. His gaze kept breaking to glance at the clock worriedly.

“Yes,” Remus breathed, his hips bucking upwards. Ron pushed inwards, embedding himself inside his lover in one long thrust. They both moaned, wrapping their limbs around each other so they were completely entangled.

Ron thrust in and then out, building a quick rhythm. Remus gasped and writhed underneath him, encasing his own erection with his hand, pumping in time with Ron’s movements.

It didn’t take long from there. Ron sped up, his thrusts becoming irregular and jerky. He moaned deeply and leaned forwards, burying his head in the crook of Remus’s neck as his came inside his lover’s channel. Remus followed seconds later, his seed spilling out between them.

Ron lay exhausted, refusing to move for the better half of a minute, “I don’t want to leave,” his voice trembled with emotion. Remus unhooked his legs from around Ron’s shoulders and pulled the smaller man closer.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, “we’ll see each other when our missions our over with,” Remus could only pray he was right.

Mon, 24 May 2004 17:07:06 GMT

OMG.

Movie Spoilers!!! *dies* I think I'm in love, God I can't wait until the fourth. *bounces up and down rapidly* I'm in serious need of some good old canon. *scampers off to reread the third bool*

Sun, 23 May 2004 23:55:30 GMT

I had a good old lazy day. Wrote a little, had dinner with my family who are in town, which is always a nice break from the roommates. :) Also did some light betaing for samson28, who I might add writes a terrific wolf!smut fic/drabble. :)

It's a little off topic here, but does anyone know what's happened to daisy_does? She'd been gone for a few days. At first I thought she just needed a few days off, but she hasn't shown up for a while. Who knows.

Anyway on with the smut. Oh, I feel so pervy for writing this, but I just absolutely adore it. I seriously need to write more of this stuff. ^_^

Title: Superiors
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Fudge
Warning: rape, non-con, slash
Summery: Remus isn’t talking the way the Ministry would like. Fudge decides to personally persuade him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Superiors

After years and years of risking his neck for the Order, this is what he gets, chained to a wall, shivering from the November wind that floats in through the high windows above. He can’t move his arms to cover his bare legs; he can’t even curl up in a tight little ball to try and stay warm; the chains won’t allow that much movement.

He had tried not to be bitter about it. After all, the Ministry was only doing their job to protect the public. He hated to admit it, but he knew the truth was that most werewolves, vampires and other ‘dark creatures’ had sided with Voldemort. And he agreed they should be prosecuted correctly.

But this was something else all together. He was no Death Eater; he was no supporter. He’d been an Order member, and still they locked him up here like some ruthless criminal. Remus rested his head on the cold wall and closed his eyes, wishing that someone would get him out of this horrible place.

He was sure the Order was working on it. They had to be. If Albus were still alive he wouldn’t have been kept overnight in this cell, Remus was sure of it. Minerva didn’t hold that much power or influence, though he knew she was probably working on getting him out.

It didn’t really matter, even if there was by some miracle hoards of people trying to get him out. The Ministry wasn’t taking any more chances; they’d all but declared from what Remus had gathered. And clearly letting a werewolf run free was taking a huge risk, one that they weren’t willing to make.

Remus sighed and tried to sleep. The constant darkness that loomed from the windows above had thrown him off track. He wasn’t sure whether it was day or night. He supposed it didn’t really matter. He yawned and willed himself not to dream about a soft bed with a feathered pillow, or a warm bath to sink into. It had been far to long since he’d been able to enjoy those simple pleasures. And it hurt too badly to dwell on what he could no longer have.

It was some time later that he woke up to the bars being opened and slammed into the stonewall. He wearily opened his eyes, praying silently that is wasn’t one of the interrogators again. He didn’t know how much more of their punishment he could possibly take.

But as the figure drew closer, still shadowed by his blurred vision, Remus was sure that this was no burly interrogator. He was portly and well kept, his robes much too clean and free of stains to possibly pass for the men Remus dreaded seeing.

He walked into his line of vision and Remus did a double take. Surely Fudge, the Minister of Magic had better things to do than visit a lowly werewolf. But sure enough the man stood there, looking very out of place in the dreary cell.

Remus cocked his head to one side, unsure of whether to be frightened or amused, “What are you doing here?” he meant for it to sound spiteful, but it only came out as a hoarse croak.

The Minister sighed and smoothed non-existent wrinkles on the front of his robes, “They’ve told me you haven’t been cooperating,” he answered shortly, his noise wrinkling up in disgust as he approached Remus closer, his unwashed scent made apparent.

“I have nothing to tell them,” Remus looked away, anger boiling inside. He had no right to be kept in his horrible place.

Fudge snorted, “You know why you’re here,” he said idly.

Remus took a breath, “I know why I’m here,” he agreed, “I’m here because I had the misfortune to be bitten by a werewolf. If I were a healthy man I’d be free, and you know it,” Remus dared, shooting Fudge a challenging glare.

Fudge held the glare, narrowing his eyes, “You’re a disgusting piece of filth, you sick beast,” Remus tried not to wince, but was unable to hold it back, “I’m glad we passed ass those laws to keep creatures like you off the streets,”

Remus closed his eyes and held his breath for the better half of a minute. He refused to yell or to swear or curse, or do any of the things he so wanted to do. Instead he held himself as straight as he could manage in his shackles and looked Fudge square in the eye.

“What are you doing here?” his voice was stronger this time, regaining some of its past power.

Fudge almost smiled, “I’m here to find out why you’re not talking,” he said smugly.

“You know the answer to that,” Remus held his stare, keeping his head high.

Fudge scowled, his eyes traveling up Remus’s dirty and emaciated body, “Stand wolf,” he commanded with more strength than Remus would have thought possible for a man like Fudge to have.

Remus held back a snarl and stood on his shaking legs, leaning heavily against the wall, his arms still shackled at an awkward angle. He watched nervously as Fudge approached him, a grimace on his face as he surveyed Remus’s half naked, very ill looking form.

“You were detained in the first round of capturing, were you not?” he asked, almost sounding polite. Remus nodded sternly, “My, you’ve been in here a while then, almost two years then?” his voice was light and Remus wanted nothing more than to take a swing at him.

“What does this have to do with anything?” he asked, unable to keep the sharpness from his voice.

“Manners, wolf,” he warned quietly, “I’m just thinking that that would indeed explain the smell,” Remus closed his eyes, breathing in and out evenly, trying to calm his rapidly deteriorating patience. Fudge smiled and continued on, “If you would just confess we could put you to death without any hassle. It probably wouldn’t take more than a week if you plead guilty at your trial,”

Remus tried to lunge at the man, only to lose his balance and slump forward in his chains. Fudge raised an irritated eyebrow and sighed, “I’m trying to end this and you won’t take my help,” he shook his head and forced Remus’s chin up, making their eyes meet, “I’m doing this for your own good,”

“Like hell!” Remus lost what little was left of his patience. He flinched violently away from his grasp and lashed out in an attempt to punch him.

“You’ve learned no respect for your superiors in your confinement here?” Fudge posed, when Remus refused to answer he shook his head and gave Remus a harsh slap across the face, “I should teach you some respect,”

Remus, seeing no point in trying to redeem himself, was about ready to lash out again, when Fudge’s hands pushed down the little material hanging loosely about his waist, leaving him completely bare.

“Shut it, wolf,” Fudge warned, casting a silencing spell over Remus before the man could yell.

Fudge pressed up against Remus, kneeing his legs apart forcefully. Remus struggled, but the chains held his legs and arms in place, leaving him compliant under Fudge’s will. The man’s large hands pressed into Lupin’s chest, keeping him pinned against the wall.

Remus tried to scream, but the spell held tight as Fudge held his hips in place, his fingers digging deep into the scarred flesh. He unbuttoned his own robes and pulled out his half erect cock, letting the werewolf kick as much as he wanted to no avail.

His hips were forced up and held tightly to the wall as Fudge positioned himself in front of Remus’s hole. With one painful thrust upwards Fudge embedded his erection, which was rapidly hardening to its fullest, within Remus, who was silently crying out for help.

“This will teach you, wolf,” Fudge grunted, thrusting his hips against Remus’s bruised arse, “to respect your superiors,” Remus’s cheeks were flushed with humiliation as he was brutally pummeled into the hard wall.

His cock lay completely uninterested and flaccid against his stomach. Fudge wrapped one of his hands around it and jerked it upwards quickly, squeezing the head painfully. Remus cried out, but noise immerged from his mouth. Wet trails of tears dripped down his cheeks, leaving clean skin in their wake.

Fudge thrust in one final, brutal time, climaxing inside Remus’s broken body. He let go and pulled out, casting a cleaning spell on himself and buttoning up his robes, while leaving Remus hanging weakly from his shackles, dirtied and crying silently.

He undid the silencing spell and looked sharply at Lupin, “If you haven’t told them something by tomorrow I’ll visit again,” Remus didn’t say a word, only nodded weakly, lowering his head.

Fudge left the cell without another word, opening his date book to see what his next appointment was. It seemed Hagrid wasn’t talking either. He supposed he’d have to go have a word with him.

Sun, 23 May 2004 16:15:32 GMT

Gacked from...like everyone. :)

NOTE: z

No smoking around misted_oracle. Thankyou for your co-operation.

From Go-Quiz.com

Sat, 22 May 2004 20:02:08 GMT

It's so funny how I've changed my mind like a million times on whether Gary Oldman will make a good Sirius or not. I suppose I can't really decide until I see the movie, because the look is one thing and the actual acting is another.

Personally I think Alan Rickman looks nothing like the Snape I always imagined. My Snape's taller, thinner, more angular and just uglier than Alan Rickman will ever be. All that said his performance knocked me away, and I've been in love since. So that just goes to show that the look isn't everything.

But still...I'm not too sure on Sirius yet. I found a newish picture here and I'm not too sure about it. Though I have to say, Peter is certainly disturbing enough for me.

I don't know, I guess I'll just have to wait to form the rest of my opinion, it won't be too long now! :)

I'll just turn my smallish rant off and move on with the smut! ^_^

Title: Changed
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Warning: slash
Summery: Sirius knows something has changed with Remus, but he can’t figure out what.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Changed

Sirius knows that Azkaban altered his memory. He finds that he can’t remember certain things about his past and sometimes the memories are ragged and ripped in places, filled with obvious holes.

He’s come to except this and move on. He’s not thrown by needing to be corrected on certain facts and it doesn’t bother him how frequently this happens. But still he’s surprised at how Remus has changed.

Or at least he thinks he’s changed. He’s not quite sure he remembers Remus as he was before Azkaban. He thought he did, and if he’s correct then Remus has changed. He’s changed quite a bit.

Sirius doesn’t remember ever having to think about another during sex. He remembers Remus being the warmest and softest partner, always happy to please and ready for more. He’s changed so much.

Arriving at Grimmauld place was fine, Remus was as he recalled, but it declined steadily, and now, only a few months into their stay Remus is sullen and displeased, with what Sirius can only see at everything. He asks what’s wrong and doesn’t get a reply. He no longer knows what to do, so he retreats into his own world when they’re in bed together, thinking of things he knows he shouldn’t.

And it’s Harry who’s in his mind’s eye, when he makes love with Remus. It’s his Godson’s face, those beautiful green eyes shining back at him that he sees when he climaxes atop of Remus.

It’s wrong and disgusting, and Sirius knows this. Lily would throw a fit and James would murder him, if they were alive. Harry’s only fifteen, for Merlin’s sake. He’s innocent, and too much of a child to have his Godfather lusting after him secretly.

And all of the perverted thoughts aside, it’s betraying Remus, who Sirius feels he doesn’t deserve. He didn’t deserve him at school, and he certainly doesn’t now. It may not be cheating, but in Sirius’s eyes it is close enough to make it very wrong.

He closes his eyes at night, Remus’s head on his chest, imagining it’s Harry instead, his smaller, awkwardly young body cuddled close to him, so unlike Remus’s graceful hips and long legs. Sirius holds Remus close, begging the thoughts to go away, wanting more than anything for Remus to warm up once again, to be his old self.

Sirius finds out at Christmas, he learns the reason behind the secrecy and the distance. And it has more to do with Harry than he could have ever imagined.

They’re cuddled close, both naked and appealing in their different ways. Remus is smiling, the first real smile he’s seen in months and Harry is, too, grinning that maddeningly breath taking smile.

They’re hidden together, cooped up in the cramped shower stall, both soaked from the downpour of water. Sirius feels compelled to join, to wrap his arms around Harry’s lithe body from behind and press kisses along his neck. He wants to see Remus’s face when he does; he wants to know whether he’d be jealous or excited. He’s not sure which; Remus has changed too much to tell.

But he doesn’t dare. He goes to back out and silently close the door behind him. He’s not even sure whether he’ll mention it to his lover the next time they talk. And then he collides with the door handle and the door slams into the hallway wall. Harry peers around the half open curtain and sees him there, his face both frightened and intrigued at the same time.

Harry’s even more beautiful than Sirius could have ever imagined. His skin is like cream and his wet hair drips water droplets down his shoulders and onto his chest. Sirius forces his eyes to remain above the boy’s waist, though his quickly awakening cock presses him on.

Nothing is said, and his eyes dart to Remus, whose expression is nothing short of mortified. He stumbles out of the shower, leaving Harry alone, grabs a towel to wrap around his waist and follows Sirius down the hall, as the man flees.

“Sirius, I can explain,” he whispers, his voice clearly ashamed.

And then he remembers. Years and years ago, this same conversation, happening after the same situation. He remembers returning late from work and walking into their bedroom to see James naked and on top of his lover.

He remembers that identical look on his face, and he remembers Remus pleading with him, swearing it would never happen again.

Sirius looks up at his lover, surprised, but not at what he’d just witnessed. He’d been wrong. Remus hadn’t changed at all.

Fri, 21 May 2004 23:17:16 GMT

*yawns*

Boring blah day. Did little and am planning on doing even less. Wrote a very plotless PWP, for pervy_werewolf. I had a really good idea for this pairing, but it just didn't pan out on paper. Aw well, that's okay, smut is smut after all. :)

Title: Broom Shed
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Oliver
Warning: graphic slash
Summery: Remus can’t resist what he knows is bad for him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Broom Shed

Oliver’s soft lips wrapped around his engorged prick, sucking eagerly. Remus threw his head back, moaning, only to have it bang into the hard wall of the shed. A few brooms fell to the ground and Oliver looked up, releasing his erection from his mouth.

“Sorry,” Remus murmured, guiding Oliver’s mouth back to his cock. Oliver drew it back in, resuming his actions. The back of his mouth worked hotly around his shaft, swallowing as Remus tried to contain the loudest of his groans.

Oliver hummed around him, reaching down into his robes to pull out his own erection, pumping in time with the strokes of his tongue.

The sight of Oliver wanking himself off was Remus’s undoing. He let out a shout and clutched harder onto Oliver’s silky hair as he climaxed down his lover’s throat.

Oliver grinned mischievously up at him, pressing a soft kiss to the head of Remus’s slackening cock before standing up and grinding Remus into the wall. He tilted his head and kissed his lover’s mouth openly, letting Remus taste his own seed on Oliver’s lips.

Guilt washed over Remus as he saw this young boy standing before him, grinning that wonderfully maddening smile. He never should have done this; he never should have given in to the temptation, but resisting Oliver Wood was something that Remus couldn’t find the strength to do.

The hard erection rubbed against his thigh, and Remus, against his better judgment reached down and took it in hand, running his fingers over the silken head, collecting the growing dampness on his thumb.

Oliver moaned and let his head fall on Remus’s shoulder, panting harshly as his own professor increased the speed of the strokes. Remus closed his eyes, knowing he shouldn’t listen with such rapt attention to the short little sobs coming from the back on Oliver’s throat.

The boy came with a shudder, leaning down and biting into Remus’s shoulder to keep from sobbing aloud. His seed poured out over Remus’s hand, dripping onto the floor of the broom shed. Remus looked up to see Oliver, flushed and looked utterly debauched, staring at him intently, the same grin placed firmly on his face.

“Thanks, professor,” he whispered, before buttoning up his trousers and ducking out of the shed, heading at a quick pace to the castle. Remus cleaned the mess, the white liquid disappearing from his hand and the ground.

He left the shed moments later, after Oliver was well out of sight. He walked across the quidditch pitch at a snail’s pace, trying to forget that he’s shagged Oliver Wood, seventh tear student, yet again and was telling himself, yet again, that he’d never let it happen another time.

Fri, 21 May 2004 01:17:49 GMT

Oh my. I'm a little confused at the moment. Does seriously kissing another girl, (and I do mean seriously, this was no peck on the cheek) make me bisexual? I do indeed like men, and I've always been a little curious about females, but ummm...today held a rather unexpected surprise. I'm not quite sure of what to think right now. I need time to digest this.

So, yeah, I'll just post some smut so you all can forget about what I just said. :)

Title: Hooves
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Firenze
Warning: bestiality. (sort of)
Summery: Firenze finds the most unusual man in the forest one morning.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Hooves

When Lupin opened his eyes he was groggy and dizzy and can’t remember where he is. The floor was soft and cold and wet beneath him. He looked down to see he was lying in cool grass, soaked with morning dew.

He yawned and sat up, trying to recall how he got outside. His mind felt hollow and empty, and the few things that he could remember about the previous night were blurry and half formed. Then it came crashing back, reality setting in.

Sirius was innocent. Peter was a rat. And he’d forgotten to take his potion.

Panic set in instantly. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead as he clumsily stood up, holding onto the branch of a tree for support. His heart was racing hurriedly as he pictured all the horrible things that may have happened throughout the course on one night. He could have killed a child, or turned them into the monster that he was. He could have attacked a helpless animal in the forest. He stumbled over a root, bracing himself for a fall that never came.

Strong arms wrapped around him from behind, catching him easily before he landed. Remus turned around slowly to see a centaur standing behind him, broad shoulders standing proudly up.

“You are alright?” he asked in a deep voice. It was only then that Remus saw the deep scratch and claw marks clearly visible on the centaur’s chest. He took a step back, bumping into a tree.

“Yes,” Remus muttered, diverting his eyes from the fresh scars, feeling slightly ill to his stomach.

“It was you, who lurked in the forest, this past night,” his spoke slowly, sizing Remus up with his bright eyes. Remus felt a blush settle over his cheeks at being watched so avidly while naked.

“Yes,” his answer was short again, “did I…?” he was unable to finish the question, but his gaze fell straight to the claw marks, making it obvious what he was trying to ask. The centaur looked at his face for a moment, before slowly nodding.

“You did indeed, though it is not serious. I put some herbs on it,” the centaur approached him, his hooves making deep tracks on the wet ground. He came to stand directly in front of him, causing Remus to back up into the same tree as before, “I am Firenze,” he greeted, offering his hand. Remus shook it.

“Remus,” he answered back quickly, glancing around the forest, “and I really should be getting back to the school,” he meant to turn away, but his thin legs gave out, as they tended to do after his transformations. Firenze once again caught him, a small smile playing at the edges of his mouth.

“Perhaps I should help you. You are very clearly wounded,” Remus tried to object, but the centaur’s powerful arms were pushing him and helping him climb aboard his lofty back.

It felt strange. Remus had never rode a horse, but he guessed this would be different from that. The body in front of him was warm and muscled and tanned, and seemed somewhat protective of its cargo, like a common horse could never be.

Firenze walked slowly, hardly trotting. He looked back briefly at Remus, whose arms hung loosely as his sides, “We are quite a ways in. If you want to reach the castle soon I will have to move much faster,” Remus yawned, feeling exhaustion settle over him as he relaxed against the centaur’s smooth back. He nodded vaguely, feeling Firenze increase the speed at which they traveled.

Remus drifted into a weak sleep before jerking awake, a soft moan fluttering from his lips. There was a great deal of pressure building up beneath his rapidly hardening cock. He looked down in horror to see his erection, standing straight and proud against Firenze’s back, as he curled up against his shoulders. He jerked his hips backwards, but as he did Firenze walked out a particularly bumpy piece of earth, sending his erection in contact with the flat plane of his back.

He emitted a sharp, breathy moan, clutching onto Firenze’s shoulders tightly as they sped over rough terrain. His erection bumped and rubbed against his back, causing Remus to cry out softly.

Firenze increased the roughness, until he made sure to bounce Remus up with every trot. With a sob Remus felt his climax hit, his seed spilling over his hot erection, down onto Firenze’s fur and onto his back.

The centaur stopped and turned his head to see Remus, flushed and highly embarrassed staring fixedly at the ground. He leaned back and urge Remus’s arms back around his chest, smiling softly.

“Just enjoy the ride,” he murmured, before taking off at full speed again.

Wed, 19 May 2004 20:21:57 GMT

Got a haircut; it's nice and summery now. I don't think it's been this short since grade four or five, just a little above my shoulders. It flips nicely, I'm very happy about it, good to have all that ugly blonde cut off. :)

Wrote a bit of angst today, despite my good mood. It just hit me as a good idea. So enjoy all. ^_^

Title: The Way You Look at Me
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Warning: slash
Summery: Harry’s Legilimency skills uncover a few truths about Remus.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

The Way You Look at Me

The way he looks at me scares me sometimes. His vivid green eyes are so much older than the rest of his body. He has the face of a child and the eyes of a withering old man. And he looks at me so frequently and for so long that it seems as though he’s trying to stare into my insides and open me up.

None of my past partners were ever like this. Severus had a similar trait. His eyes gave the same look, but never directed at me. He never could go and simply watch me for hours after we made love; me feigning sleep, him lying propped up on his elbow staring. Severus never did that; Harry does. I don’t have to have my eyes open to tell; I just know.

Sirius wasn’t like this either. He would watch me sometimes when we were younger, but never like this, never with such avid intensity. His eyes matched his age, so unlike Harry’s.

It’s come to the point where it’s too hard to stare back. I used to meet his eyes and we’d simply watch each other until one of us grew bored. He’s upped the notch. It’s too difficult to do that now.

Sex has gotten unbearable, but not in a pleasure sense. He’s still so warm and tight and hot, so enthusiastic as his age dictates. But he has to watch me with those beautiful eyes that have come to haunt me. He won’t let me take him if he can’t see me as I do it. He looks almost innocent when I penetrate him, his eyes grow large and round, his cheeks flush and there’s no longer the look of an elder in his eyes.

But that quickly fades as we fall into rhythm. And soon it’s that same penetrating look peering up at me, making me feel so guilty.

I don’t know why he does this, but I only wish it’s not why I think it is. He’s grown so good at Legilimency; that’s why I can’t look at him any longer. Eye contact helps.

He does know, and he tells me so one day as he’s packing his bag, his eyes closed as he shakes his head. He whispers that he wished he’d never found out, that it would have been so much easier that way. He swears he’d rather be ignorant and happy, rather than informed and depressed.

He kisses me on the cheek before he leaves. He says Ron and Hermione are letting him stay for a few days until he can find a flat of his own. I can only nod dumbly, feeling my world shatter beneath me.

I’m so sorry, Harry. I wish I’d never kissed Neville. I wish I’d never let it go so far. He was so warm and loving and young; he’s innocent despite it all. I’ll always love you, Harry, and maybe if you ever look at me this way again you’ll see that. I only hope you will.

Fin.

Tue, 18 May 2004 20:04:01 GMT

Crumby day. Me and my bud Mallory invented a new club, anyone want to join? It's MSMA, otherwise known as Math Sucks Major Ass. :) It's so true.

Meh, even I don't care. Let's just get to why we're all here! ^_^

Title: Double
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Fred, George
Warning: graphic sex
Summery: Sometimes George likes the fact that him and Fred are so similar.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Double

Their limbs were entwined, pale, scarred skin meeting tanned freckles. Their mouths, joined hotly, breathed in each other as they rolled almost violently on the bed, the thinner of the two men landing on top and pinning the other one down.

George couldn’t take his eyes of them. It was so easy to pretend it was him held under Lupin’s strong arms; that it was his nipples that were being bitten and licked by that warm tongue.

Him and Fred were identical in almost every way. It was something they delighted in, comparing themselves to each other. And they found few differences, each one smaller and less noticeable than the one before. And George could see no difference from his vantage point, peering in from the door to their bedroom.

Lupin’s mouth was wet and hungry as it descended on Fred’s chest, bringing the erect nipples into the hot cavern, sucking in earnest. Fred moaned, gasping as he threw his head back against the pillows and pressed Lupin’s head firmer against him.

He slowly moved down, blowing light air over Fred’s erection. George closed his eyes, one hand snaking down to unbutton his robes. He wished he could feel Lupin over his shaft, poised and so close to…

Fred let out a high-pitched moan as his heavy cock was engulfed in Lupin’s mouth. The werewolf didn’t hesitate or tease, simply buried his face in Fred’s crotch, sucking the erection down his throat.

George leaned against the doorframe, breathing heavily. His leaking cock was hard as he stroked it, wishing that it were indeed him lying on the bed, receiving such treatment instead of his double.

He could hear Remus humming softly around Fred, and could clearly see his tongue working all over the shaft. Both of Fred’s hands had tangled in his head, pressing him closer to his groin, until Remus’s nose was buried in bright red pubic hair.

George nearly shouted. He could feel his climax building, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to see Lupin. The long, thin cock stood up proudly between his legs, letting George only glimpse the smallest sight of it.

But he couldn’t wait, not when the moans coming from Fred’s lips could have been mistaken for his own, not when Lupin’s mouth had fully engulfed a cock that was so similar to his that it was so easy to pretend.

He came suddenly, hot spurts of his seed trickling down his hand and staining he robes. He could hear his voice moaning and screaming, but he hadn’t made a sound; it was Fred, sobbing as he came in Lupin’s mouth, his tanned legs wrapping around the thin shoulders.

Mon, 17 May 2004 19:58:12 GMT

I watched the movie Thirteen last night. Anyone else see it? I thought it was really good, kind of reminded me of a few of my high school friends and what they went through. I liked, thinking of buying it actually. I bet my Mom would enjoy.

I'm working on two serials, I think I'll get back to that soon. One's a Albus/Severus long fic, probably about 9 or 10 chapters. The other is looking even longer and has no main pairing yet, but there will be slash galore! :) Yummy stuff, I'm loving this.

So here's my pervy_werewolf stuff. I feel so proud, I haven't missed a day since. ^_^

Title: Join
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Colin/Harry
Warning: chan slash, graphic sex
Summery: Colin wants to be included in Harry’s Dementor lessons.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Join

“Professor?” the boy ran down the busy corridor, darting inbetween older students as he raced to catch up with teacher, “Professor?” he yelled again, struggling to be heard above the commotion of the other students.

Lupin turned around and looked over the sea of students to see little Colin Creevey rushing towards him, nearly being knocked over by a burly sixth year Ravenclaw girl.

“Colin?” the boy nodded, out of breath from running, “what seems to be the matter?” he asked, pulling the boy to the side of the corridor, so they stopped blocking the walkway.

Colin looked up at his professor, biting his lip nervously, “Could I talk to you in private?” he asked quietly.

Remus nodded and ducked into an empty classroom, Colin following close behind him.

“Are you having trouble with your assignment, Mr. Creevey?” Lupin asked as he shut the door behind him, blocking out the noise from the corridor.

“No, sir,” Colin answered, his eyes vivid and wide, “I need help with Dementors,” he told him seriously. Remus scoffed.

“Mr. Creevey, as long as you stay on school grounds, you run no risk of seeing a Dementor again,” Remus leaned against the blackboard, eyeing the boy.

“They came to the quidditch game!” he insisted, stubbornly.

“Yes, and the Headmaster won’t let that happen again; besides Mr. Creevey, most people at this school won’t get more than a bad headache from Dementors,” Lupin explained, sighing and rubbing his temples. He’d never really liked this boy, and he had much better things to do than sit around and argue about Dementors.

“But Harry faints when he sees them,” Colin told him hastily, leaning forward.

“Harry’s case is much different then yours,” Remus paused, finally understanding, “Is that what this is all about? You want to help Harry if he sees any more Dementors?” Remus knew about Creevey’s fascination with Harry; it was obvious by the way he looked at him.

Colin bowed his head, “Yes, sir,” he whispered.

“Well, Harry will be just fine. He’s receiving some extra lessons on Dementors, so if the need arises he will be able to handle himself,” Remus said, opening the door to the classroom and letting Colin walk out into the now empty hall.

“Are you teaching him?” he asked excitedly. Lupin raised an eyebrow, but nodded, “Can I come, too?” his voice was straining from enthusiasm.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine without it, Colin,” Remus smiled gently, choosing to ignore the look of pure disappoint on Colin’s face, “I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” with a soft pat on the back, Remus left for his office.

*

Colin squeezed his eyes shut as he lay in bed. He wished more than anything that Professor Lupin had let him come to the lessons with him. He wanted to help Harry, to save him from the Dementors. But Lupin hadn’t thought that was a good idea.

Colin slid his hands under his pajama bottoms, fondling his half hard cock. Maybe Lupin hadn’t let him come for a reason. Maybe he wanted Harry all to himself.

The thought infuriated him, but at the same time made him harder. He squeezed the base of his forming erection, as he slid off his pajama bottoms with his free hand. His erection sprung free from its confinements, and immediately both his hands wrapped around the small organ stroking it upwards hastily.

Usually he only thought of Harry when he did this, but he couldn’t keep the thought of Professor Lupin pressing up against Harry’s body out of his mind. He moaned quietly, trying not to alert any attention to himself; he didn’t want his dorm mates to see him like this.

Lupin would push Harry against the wall, pinning him there, while moistening his lips with his tongue. Harry would moan and press against him, wrapping his legs around Lupin’s thin waist, hoisting himself up higher as their lips touched.

Harry would be breathing hard and rocking his clothed hips against Lupin, gasping as he slowly got off. Lupin would only allow it for so long, before stopping it by holding Harry’s hips firmly, and tugging loose the bottom buttons of his robes, pulling the rest up to bunch around Harry’s waist. He wears nothing underneath.

Colin stifled a moan, his hand working furiously over his cock.

Lupin would growl and undo his own trousers, pulling his hard cock out of them, and rubbing Harry’s hole with it. Harry would gasp and trying to force down on it, struggling as the older man held him upright,

“Please,” Harry would beg, his erection dripping just as his eyes brimmed with unshed tears, “I need it,” he would add, thrusting down, his bottom rubbing against Lupin’s cock.

Lupin would hiss as he felt Harry wiggling. He’d wait no long and grab Harry forcefully by the hips and drive up into him without any preparation. A small amount of pain would flitter through Harry’s green eyes, but would soon be replaced by pure pleasure as Lupin drove in and out of him.

Colin turned over, hand still moving continuously over his erection as he buried his face in the pillows, nearly sobbing.

Harry would grab his own erection and stroke it frantically, climaxing after only a few rubs; spurting his seed over Lupin’s chest. Lupin would come moments later, groaning as he held Harry against the wall.

Colin’s eyes closed and his mouth gasped quietly as he went over the edge, his small cock twitching as his seed poured out. He collapsed in the cool pile of wetness, trying to keep his breath even.

He really wished Professor Lupin had let him join him and Harry.

Sun, 16 May 2004 15:48:10 GMT

Oh, how I adore wikdsushi! Updated Civil War fic on her lj, I'm so flipping happy. That's got to be my all time favorite Harry Potter fic to date, which is saying a lot, being I'm read a ton of very good ones. :)

So, let's cut to the smut, shall we. ^_^

Title: Distraction
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Warning: graphic slash
Summery: Severus needs a distraction.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Distraction

“You’re working much too hard for a Saturday,” Remus remarked, smiling softly as he entered the classroom door, seeing Severus hunched over behind his desk, scribbling at a maddening pace.

“Those of us with jobs tend to do that,” he snapped, not moving his eyes from his paperwork. Remus frowned, but chose to ignore the comment.

“What are you working on?” Remus strolled up between the rows of desks, stopping in front of Severus’s larger one.

“Grading,” Severus answered shortly.

Remus leaned over, peering at a messily written essay, “Grading what?” he couldn’t stop the grin that spread over his face. He loved getting Severus worked up.

“Second year essays, satisfied?” Severus sneered, shooting Remus a warning glare. He didn’t heed it, only walked behind Severus’s desk and wrapped his arms around his neck, leaning against the tense body.

“Fascinating,” he murmured, resting his chin on top of Severus’s dark hair.

“Lupin, you’re distracting me, get out,” Severus didn’t so much as look up.

Remus sighed, staying in the same spot, “You’re no fun, today, Snape,” he whispered, “pity, too,” he left Severus behind the desk and walked casually to the door.

“Pity?” Snape questioned, and Remus grinned, though Severus couldn’t see it for his back was turned.

“It’s nothing,” Remus kept his pace and opened the door, making to exit, but Severus’s voice stopped him. Remus knew Severus’s curiosity always won out in the end.

“What are you talking about?” Severus stood up from the stool behind his desk and leaned, arms crossed, against the blackboard. Remus sighed a feigned an innocent smile.

“But I wouldn’t want to distract you, now. Perhaps I should tell you later,” Severus huffed.

“What’s a pity, Lupin?” he asked gruffly. Remus couldn’t hold back a smiled and strolled lazily up to Severus.

“Just the fact I’m wearing nothing under my robes,” Remus paused, unable to hold back the grin that formed, “but I understand you’re very busy with your grading and all, so I’ll just come back later,” Severus caught his arm before he’d completely turned to leave and pulled him into a rough kiss.

They pulled apart after a few minutes, Severus immediately moving his mouth to latch onto Remus’s neck, sucking deeply, as he nibbled and bit with his teeth. Remus sighed and cocked his head to one side, exposing the pale skin on his neck.

Severus pulled back and looked at Remus, who was breathing hard. He undid the top buttons on Remus’s robe, pulling the rest hastily. Remus shrugged his clothing off his shoulders and Severus could only smile.

Remus was indeed naked.

Severus captured the other man’s mouth again, pushing him back against his desk, sending stacks of parchment falling to the ground. A well of ink splattered on the floor, but neither man seemed to have noticed.

Remus sat on the desk, leaning back and pulling Severus atop him, their mouths never leaving each other. Severus spread Remus’s thighs, settling inbetween them, feeling Remus’s hard erection pressed up against his clothed stomach.

The dark haired man popped two fingers inside his mouth, hastily wetting them, before trailing them down to Remus’s exposed hole.

Remus moaned, thrusting upwards as the fingers disappeared inside him, stroking the sensitive glands concealed within. Severus thrust his fingers in and out repeatedly, sending Remus into a moaning frenzy.

“Please, Severus,” he gasped. Severus didn’t need to be told twice.

He pulled out his fingers gently, then hiked up his robes and bunched them around his waist, pulling down his boxers. Remus gasped and bucked his hips up, groaning as Severus teased him, just slipping the head in.

The tight hot flesh incased him completely as he slid the rest in, stilling himself as his balls touched upon Remus’s arse.

The werewolf threw his head back, only to have it collide roughly with the wooden desk he laid on. He rubbed the back, smiling as Severus cocked an eyebrow.

“I’m fine,” he muttered.

Severus grinned, “Good,”

Severus thrust out, only to slam back in, bumping Remus’s prostate. Remus groaned and his hands clutched the edge of the desk, holding on so hard his knuckles were nearly white.

His pace sped up, until both their breathing was uneven and shaky. Remus kept bucking up against Severus, rubbing his leaking cock against Severus’s stomach. He took that as a cue to reach down and cup Remus’s erection, stroking it in time with his frantic thrusts.

Remus moaned aloud, gasping out Severus’s name, as he climaxed, his seed spilling onto his stomach and up his chest. He clenched around Severus’s still pounding cock, sending him over the edge as well.

They lay sated, Severus still embedded inside Remus for quite some, both catching their breath.

Severus rested his head on Remus’s chest and inhaled the scent of Remus’s spunk. Remus smiled, wrapping his arms around his lover.

“So I take it you don’t mind I distracted you?” he asked, innocently. Severus’s lips turned upwards into a half smile.

“No, not really,” he answered lazily, closing his eyes.

“Well, I actually should go, I promised Hagrid I’d help him with the thestrals,” he made to push Severus off, but the man refused to budge.

“That doesn’t sound like fun,” he told him seriously, “Need a distraction?”

Sat, 15 May 2004 21:42:29 GMT

OMG.

JKRowling.com

*Dies*

Sat, 15 May 2004 16:08:07 GMT

LJ Barcode

Sat, 15 May 2004 15:28:18 GMT

Aw, what a relaxing day I have today. :) I just finished beta'ing for ellensmithee, and am going to work on some fics for the next hour or so. Then it's off to a movie with Mike, a late lunch and I'm back home. *sigh* This is how days are meant to be.

Here's my next fic for pervy_werewolf. Very odd pairing in this one, but I'm starting to run thin on the normal ones. Though oddly enough I still have Remus/Harry, Remus/Severus and Remus/Sirius to write. :) Don't know how that happened. I guess it's all those damn Weasley's, they've been taking up my time.

Title: Unlikely
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/? (you’ll see)
Warning: none really.
Summery: Remus has an unlikely…partner.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Unlikely

He’s anything but attractive. He’s not graceful or intelligent or witty. He’s not even all that nice, but Remus still comes to him night after night, craving what he gives him.

His hands are calloused and rough, his nails just a tad too long, scratching and pinching when he holds Remus’s hips in place. His body isn’t gorgeous; filled out, slightly muscled in the shoulders, but nothing spectacular; his stomach’s soft and his chest isn’t defined. He’s short and stubby and Remus easily towers over him, making it awkward to entangle in bed.

His skin is slightly pocked marked, too tanned in the face, reddening when he’s had too much to drink, which is most of the time. His eyes are dim, much like a dog’s devoid of any real intelligence, but still warm.

His teeth are crooked and yellow, uneven underneath thin lips, not made for kissing or sucking. He doesn’t smile much and when he does his breath reeks of some unknown drink to cigarettes. His mouth speaks as foul as it looks.

His hair is stringy, clinging to his head like a gray, fading wire, stiff and brittle. He’s ugly, and Remus has no misconceptions about that.

But it’s not about looks, nor is it about loving each other or intelligent conversation, or even simple just enjoying each other’s company. For Remus, it’s about the sex.

Remus finds this funny, for, upon reflection he knows that the sex isn’t even that good, it’s not bad, but it’s nothing exceptional, just plain and simple rutting.

Remus bottoms. That was established early on in their relationship. Though Remus learned that if he gets just a little more alcohol in him than normal, sometimes he can be persuaded to switch roles.

His movements are erratic and have no pattern; there are no rhythm or thought behind it, no coyness or strategy, just fucking. And this doesn’t bother him, because despite the lack of foreplay and the speed at which it ends, Remus enjoys the brutality that it takes. Some strange side of him likes it, and he supposes that’s what matters, even if it is a little unconventional.

The others would laugh if they knew; calm, quiet, intelligent Remus Lupin was being shagged nightly by the drunken Mundungus Fletcher. It was and unlikely match; no one would have expected it. No, Remus would want an equally intelligent, soft man, someone who cared enough to remember birthdays and buy him a Christmas present. Mundungus certainly didn’t do that.

But it wasn’t about love, or compassion or even remembering holidays and special occasions. It was pure sex, not even good sex, but fucking nonetheless, and Remus wasn’t about to pass that up.

Sat, 15 May 2004 00:40:18 GMT

I have a little request for anyone out there who's willing to help. I'm looking around for places to post my fics, archieves and the like, and I'd really like some recommendations of good, general places. Anyone know any?

Also, if anyone on here as a Skyehawke account and would be willing to invite me so I could post there, I'd be sooo grateful...there might even be a fic in for you. :)

Fri, 14 May 2004 14:54:02 GMT

Yay for early lunches! I just finished my pervy_werewolf fic, which is unofficially dedicated to maelwaedd, who has a little thing for werewolf!Dolohov. Thought you might enjoy this, hon! :)

Title: Instinct
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Dolohov
Warning: bestiality
Summery: The Death Eaters have thought of an interesting new game to play once a month.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Instinct

It had become the new favorite game for the Death Eaters. Once a month they gathered around in the open dungeons and set free two wild animals, while they watched, cackling and safe from the above balcony.

It had started as a joke, the simple drunken escapade of a few Death Eaters. It had grown and became a sort of ritual, a tradition that took place once a month under he cover of darkness.

There were plenty of werewolves about, so many of them working diligently for their Lord, others being forced under the use of spells. There was never a shortage of subjects to choose from.

And when Macnair dragged in a screaming Order member, captured recently at the raids on Hogsmeade, the participating Death Eaters knew they’d found their next victim.

He was a thin man, gaunt in the face from starvation. His hair was a mess and he was much too quiet for a prisoner tortured the amount he was. They all knew he didn’t stand a chance.

The other victim of the night’s proceedings was Dolohov, loyal Death Eater and rabid werewolf. He had no complaints about it, seeing the man who he’d be pinned against. Lupin’s werewolf would likely be the same as the man, pathetic and weak.

And so when Lupin was dragged into the center dungeon, naked and freezing, face pale as the moon slowly rose from behind the clouds, Dolohov made his entrance and the many Death Eaters who gathered to watch the event took their places on the high balcony.

Howls were heard as the two werewolves transformed, Remus falling to his knees and holding his head in his hands.

The werewolves looked at each other, clattering their sharp teeth together. Remus’s gray fur seemed speckled in the full moon light, descending down upon him from the high window above. He was thin, as his human form was, but not nearly as weak as many perceived. Dolohov’s haunches were raised as he sprung forward, knocking Remus backwards. The Death Eaters smiled amongst themselves.

Lupin went down, but kicked Dolohov off with his powerful back legs, sending the other wolf hurtling to the stone ground. Remus bared his teeth, snapping as he stalked over to the fallen wolf.

Remus pounced and lunged, his teeth digging into the furred flesh of Dolohov’s shoulder. With a great howl, Dolohov bucked up to force the older wolf off, but it was no use; Remus kept his teeth deeply embedded in his skin.

The Death Eaters exchanged nervous glances, but kept focused on the event taking place below.

Dolohov howled in pain, kicking his haunches repeatedly. Remus remained firmly over him, pulling his jaws off of the other wolf’s shoulder, blood dripping down his muzzle, staining his gray fur.

Dolohov tried to scramble away, but Remus pounced again, butting his stomach with his head, growling.

Remus moved atop of the wolf, pinning him hard to the floor. He bared his fanged teeth and growled again, threatening the other wolf into submission. Dolohov yipped weakly, his tail fluffed to one side as he spread his haunches and let Remus slide his body inbetween his thighs. The Death Eaters gapped openly.

With a hard thrust Remus pushed his erect cock inside Dolohov, howling loudly. Dolohov mewled and squirmed, but didn’t fight back. The Death Eaters watched with an unwanted amount of attention as Lupin forced himself in deeper, until his knot pushed through the opening, sending Dolohov into frantic yelps, as if calling for help.

Remus thrust wildly, nipping at Dolohov’s neck with his front teeth, claiming him. A little blood poured from the wound on his shoulder, staining Dolohov’s dark fur and entangling it in a sticky mess as it spread.

It didn’t take too long for the show to end. Snape leaned over the balcony railing, feeling strangely aroused as he watched Lupin pummel Dolohov repeatedly before letting out a low cry and bucking his hips one final time. The wolf remained embedded inside for a few minutes, before pulling his softening cock out.

The Death Eaters exited the balcony, all looking slightly flushed and embarrassed. Snape remained, watching as Lupin lapped up some the blood on Dolohov’s fur before resting his eyes closed and collapsing atop the larger wolf.

Snape cocked an eyebrow, shaking his head as he left the balcony, somewhat doubting his potion making ability. He was sure he’d brewed the Wolfsbane potion correctly. He turned before leaving for the staircase and looked over at Lupin, whose eyes were now open and staring fixedly at him. Snape swore he was grinning.

Thu, 13 May 2004 15:07:23 GMT

I have to go to school in a half an hour. *sigh* I so hate RL. After that I have a doctor's appointment at 4:30, for the bad headaches I've been getting. That shouldn't be too bad, I guess I'll manage.

Don't have too much time to write today, so I'll post a nice short quicky for pervy_werewolf's May challenge. :)

Title: Optical Illusions
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/James, Remus/Harry
Warning: graphic slash, underage
Summery: Remus always wished he and James had stayed together.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Optical Illusions

“So good, Remus,” James panted beneath him, arching up.

Remus’s brow was knitted together tightly, as he leaned against the warm body beneath him, breathing harshly as he thrust into the warm depths, “Oh,” he moaned as James constricted around him, squeezing deliberately, “so good,” he gasped, punctuating what he was saying by thrusting even harder into the willing body below him.

“Please,” James moaned, his messy hair sticking to his face from the sweat, “go harder,” his voice was strained as he tried to hold back the loud moans. It was dangerous doing this where they could be so easily caught.

“Yes,” Remus grunted, pinning the other boy firmly to the bed, leaning down to take his mouth up in a hot kiss. James responded instantly, opening his mouth to Remus, letting his lover plunder it all he wished.

Remus moved harder and faster, driving down deep into James’s hot channel, “I’m so close,” James whimpered, spreading his legs enticingly before wrapping them around Remus’s waist.

The werewolf said nothing, just removed his right hand from James’s thigh and stroked his dripping cock in time with his thrusts.

James stuffed one hand in his mouth, closing his eyes as a strangled moan was heard. James’s cock quivered at the attention, his balls tightening as the feeling of completion drew nearer.

“Just a little more,” Remus muttered hazily, caressing the weeping slit, collecting the stray fluids on his finger.

James threw his head back and moaned, only to be silenced by Remus kissing him harshly. His seed spilled over Remus’s hand as he bucked up. He constricted around Remus’s cock, sending his over into fits of gasping.

“Oh, James,” he grunted quietly as he climaxed inside his lover, soaking them both. He lay inside for a moment, feeling his partner’s eyes on him.

“You did it again,” his voice was cold.

“Did what?” Remus asked, genuinely confused.

Remus looked down, only to see intense green eyes staring at him angrily, “You called out his name again,”

Remus sighed and closed his eyes, wishing he could stop pretending he was back in the Gryffindor dorm with James, having to be quiet so Sirius wouldn’t complain in the morning, instead of hiding in Grimmauld place with James’s son.