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1fosteramoore · 3 years

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Shadow of the Wolf (Remadora oneshot)

[Remus and Dora have almost been married 3 months and the full moon is nearing. A quiet, limey night at home where Remus and Dora sort out how to be intimate during both of their changes <3 ]

Autumn’s chill had begun to creep into the summer leaves with mid-October already in full swing. Remus shut the living room window—the smell of damp leaves and a crisp breeze remaining inside. Night had fallen again and the nearly-full moon shone through gaps in the blinds, the only other light a reading lamp nearby. Balling up his fists to calm down, Remus took deep breaths and leaned against the windowsill, gripping the edge. Even though he had taken his Wolfsbane potion on schedule, it didn’t completely eliminate all traces of wolfishness. He still had to deal with the transformation edging on slowly…

As he calmed down, he glanced over at Dora, who had fallen asleep on the settee. She was almost, what, three months now? Both married and pregnant… Making a baby was the easy part… Carrying them? He wasn’t sure how she handled it with such grace. Dora was allowed as many naps as needed per day and Remus did his best to make sure she was protected. Death Eaters on patrol had become ever-increasingly worrisome and the general mood of the nation was on the decline. Lord Voldemort’s effects could be felt everywhere, for wizards and muggles alike.

Sleeping peacefully, Dora’s hand rested on her stomach, which Remus realized had started to protrude in a small bump. His heart leapt, butterflies flooding his stomach. She— their baby… A small smile tugged at his lips and he stood up, walking to the couch. Kneeling down, he tried not to disturb her yet and stared quietly at the bump.

The possibility of the child being a werewolf was still there in the back of his mind… Dora, however, hadn’t suffered any ill effects from the moon cycle. For Remus, it was a hopeful sign… Fairly soon, they would be going to St. Mungos to get Dora’s 3 month check up and their first glimpses of the baby. With all the business of the Order and Harry, they hadn’t had time for more than quick, routine checkups until now.

Three months… Remus laid his head on the couch, staying close to Tonks. Three months of marriage and pregnancy and— Remus felt his cheeks flush and breath catch as he sat so near to his wife. The full moon always made him want her more, just like their first nights together…

In addition to the physical changes leading up to transformation (more hair everywhere, an extra musk he could never quite cover up, and increased muscle mass), he always wanted Dora with a fiercer passion while the moon neared its apex. Remus’ desire was a blessing and a curse, allowing for more intensity but also meriting a measure of self-control. Should he lose himself too much in the heat of the moment, he could seriously injure Dora… They had been too busy the past moons to figure things out, but now…

Shifting in her sleep and moaning softly, Tonks curled up tighter and nestled into the couch. Leaning forward, Remus kissed her forehead softly.

“Dora…?”

Rubbing her shoulder with his thumb, Remus waited for Tonks to wake up. Eyes blinking sleepily, she broke into a soft grin when she finally saw him.

“Mmmmh, Remus~ Hi~”

“Hello~~”

Looking around, Tonks stretched out in the dim light, making soft squeaky sounds.

“Nngh, did I fall asleep on the sofa again??”

Remus nodded slowly, leaning closer to rest near her chest. “Mmmmhmmm~”

Holding Remus’ head in her hands, she ruffled his hair affectionately and giggled.

“Y’don’t have to stay on the floor, Remusss. C’monnnn~”

Scooting her hips over, Dora made room for him on the couch. Immediately, Remus slipped up next to her, feeling needy and impatient for her affection. He craved her softness and warmth and her fingers gripping onto his arms while he—

Dora, still giggly, hooked a leg over Remus’ and pulled him closer, interrupting his thoughts. Trailing a hand down his chest, she winked and grinned a little dramatically. He raised an eyebrow and she covered her face, laughing.

“Mmmf, I’m so sleepy! M’ sorry!!”

Blushing, he leaned into her neck and kissed, grinning onto her skin.

“You’re Nymphadorable~”

At that, Dora burst into another fit of giggles.

“You’re a sap, Remus Lupin! A big old pine tree of a sap!”

After a few moments, she finally settled, chuckling, with her arms around his neck.

“You’re my sap, though~ All mine~~”

Dora kissed him slowly, taking her time. Hands wandering, Remus grasped at Dora’s chest and pressed into the kiss. Quickly melting into him, Tonks was surprised at his sudden intensity. His hands hungrily explored and tugged at clothing as she flushed underneath him, pulling back a little. She had forgotten about the moon and wasn’t used to such directness.

Breaking the kiss, Tonks sat up to catch her breath, panting. Remus had already grown quite eager and moved to cover himself with one of the throw pillows, looking away.

“Remus, what’s wrong??”

He didn’t make eye contact, still embarrassed.

“Hey…” She pulled his chin up gently. “You can talk to me…”

“I…” He looked up, a small pout growing and his forehead creasing.

“I want you so much, Dora… I know we haven’t been together long—R-relatively… But…”

He exhaled sharply and she took his hand, smiling softly and playing with his fingers.

“ W-when the moon is like this…” He continued, gesturing to the window.

Tonks finally remembered that tomorrow was transformation day. That would explain things…

“I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about you. Doing things to you—with you…”

His forehead creased more and he let out a small whine, stopping himself.

“I-I don’t want you to ever think I’m just using you. Or… that you’re only here for pleasure or something… You’re the m-most important thing…” His breath quickened.

“You’re everything—”

Tonks stopped him with a kiss, tackling him onto the other side of the couch. Stunned, Remus returned the kisses, grabbing at her waist. Breaking for air, Dora kissed his nose playfully and brushed her fingers through his hair.

“You could never make me feel used, Remus… I’m your wife. I want to be with you~ To make you feel good~”

She blushed and kissed his cheek. “I love you…”

Remus nodded, pressing his forehead to hers. “I love you too…”

Wrapping his arm tighter around her waist, he pulled her close.

“Promise me, Dora… Promise you’d tell me. If I ever did something… that made you feel uncomfortable.”

Stealing another kiss, Dora held out her pinkie finger to link with his. “I promise.”

Remus returned the gesture and leaned to kiss the outside of her hand, gazing up at her. His softness hid the fire burning just beneath the surface, ready to spill over.

Moving to the edge of the couch, Dora said she was going to freshen up and requested that Remus meet her in their room in a few minutes. Eyes dark, Remus agreed and watched her walk to their room. As the door shut, he leaned back into the couch to breathe again. If he couldn’t keep himself in check, he would be too dangerous to attempt anything with Dora. A growl rose from his throat and he pushed it back down, shaking.

He and Dora had been so busy the other transformations that they hadn’t had a chance to sort through the days before and after yet. Tempering his animalistic side was taking all of Remus’ energy. Lowering his head to his hands, he rubbed his forehead, thinking. If he could focus these feelings into a healthy concupiscent energy… Perhaps? He sighed and sat up again. Maybe he could balance the beast within and turn it into something beneficial for both of them?

The bedroom door creaked open a silver and Dora poked her head out.

“Remus… Darling~?”

“Yes, yes… Coming.” He stood up, rubbing the back of his neck.

He would do what he had always done: listen, observe, learn, and implement.

Walking over to their bedroom door, he slipped inside, finding Tonks now seated on the bed, smiling softly. Her hair was a faint lavender and she wore a black sheer dress with tiny lace spiderwebs dotting the bust and golden laces at the waist.

“What took you so long?~” She winked, grinning.

Remus’ mouth fell open and he quickly shut the door, striding over to sit by her.

“No clue~ But I’m here now~”

Dora beamed up at him, eyes sparkling. As she moved to sit cross-legged on the covers, Remus noticed how the dress caught gently over her small bump. Swelling with love and pride, he carefully reached a hand forward to the small rise of her stomach. Tonks slipped her hand on top of his and grinned.

“Pretty weird, right? Another month or two and we’ll be able to feel ‘em kicking ‘round…”

Leaving his hand there a moment more, Remus nodded, meeting her eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Dora… If anything…”

He glanced down, then back up at her.

“You’re even more attractive now…~”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Is that so~?”

Very seriously, he shook his head yes.

“Maybe you should put your money where your mouth is then, Professor~~”

Tonks loved teasing him about his stint as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, particularly because he got so flustered when she called him that in bed. Tonight, however, Remus didn’t shy away. In an instant, he pushed her down onto the bed.

Gripping her wrists on either side, Remus ducked under her dress and began kissing her stomach. Though gentle at first, Remus’ grip pressed stronger against her wrists and Tonks yelped, struggling to free herself. Sitting up, Remus reddened, pulling away.

“S-sorry… Did I hurt you?” His eyes were wide and face lined with fear.

Shaking her head no, she rubbed her wrists and looked up at him.

“Is… Is that what the moon does, Remus?? I’ve never felt you be that strong with me…”

“Yes…” He bit his lip, forehead furrowing.

“I’ve never had to test it like this before. It’s easier after the moon, once I’ve gotten to be the wolf. But. The night before…” Sighing, a growl caught in his throat.

“The shadow of the wolf rests heavy the night before, Dora…”

Pulling her dress down, Tonks placed her hands in her lap and gazed up at him quietly.

“We don’t have to do this tonight, Remus… We could wait until after the moon…”

“No, I—!” He grabbed her wrist and she shied away slightly. Remus loosened his grip and blushed, sorry to have made her anxious.

“Please… Nymphadora.” Remus stretched flat palms out to let her hands rest on top of his.

“I want to figure this out with you… I know we can make this into something good. I know. Give me that chance to learn, Dora… Please.”

Pressing his forehead to hers, he let the moment settle, hoping for her kindness and patience.

“Yes… Of course, Remus.” Tonks sighed and moved his hands to her waist, resting under his chin. “But we’ll have to talk through the whole thing… Keep checking in. Alright?”

He kissed her head and hummed approvingly. “Whatever makes you feel safe is fine with me.”

Resting in his warmth, Tonks pulled at Remus’ shirt and started to unbutton it slowly.

“You know, Remus… If we sort this~”

She started down the next buttons, kissing his chest as she exposed more skin.

“I might just find it rather attractive~ Making love to my werewolf husband before the full moon~” She grinned up at him through her eyelashes, kissing just above his belt line.

“Shadow of the wolf and all~~”

Eyes fluttering, Remus tilted his head back and whimpered. Tonks leaned up and kissed her favorite scar as she slipped his shirt off, tossing it over the edge of the bed. Soon, she had his trousers off as well and sat next to him, expectantly. Wasting no time, Remus slipped his hand to Tonks’ jaw and pulled her in, kissing desperately. Squeaking out appreciative moans, Tonks nestled between his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. Soon, Remus was slipping the straps of her dress down and kissing as he untied the laced front. Trailing more kisses down her chest, Remus paused, making sure he was being gentle enough. Her nods and sighs of approval were enough and he continued as before.

“You know you don’t have to use your metamorphagus powers on your breasts, Dora~”

Remus quipped, moving back up to her shoulder.

“However you are is enough for me~”

Dora laughed, burying her hands in his hair. “But I didn’t change a thing, Remus~~”

Raising an eyebrow, he smirked. “You mean~?”

“New normal~ One of the many benefits this body provides while pregnant~ Along with weeing too much, nausea, and… heartburn~”

It was the first time they had really laughed and relaxed together in weeks. The growing tensions of war had put everyone on edge, but being here, in these simple moments together… Just the two of them… It was everything.

“Well, I like it~” Remus kissed her cheek and slipped her dress off, rubbing his hand over her exposed skin. Reciprocating, Dora tugged at the boxers and tossed them aside, rubbing over his abdomen. Most of Remus’ chest and legs had grown fuzzier and as he kneeled back on the bed, his thighs tautened—extra muscle mass thickening and defining his usually-skinny legs.

Frick.

Dora could definitely get used to this.

Lying down, Tonks waited for Remus to make the next move, watching and letting him figure out how the moon changed things first. Flexing his hands and bouncing back on his thighs a bit, Remus tested his strength and decided how much restraint to employ. Moving towards Dora, he ran his hands over her thighs and kissed lovingly over her stomach again.

“Thank you, Dora… For being patient with me…”

Remus kissed down slowly, squeezing at Tonks’ thighs and pulling soft moans from her. Without much effort, Remus grew eager quickly, positioning himself above Dora and asking her permission. With her assent, they made love, gently at first, but leading into a more fierce passion. Having to hold himself back a few times, Remus finally figured out a reasonable pace, keeping Dora both safe and satisfied.

With a small howl, Remus finished and flopped onto the bed, embarrassed and exhausted. Dora, meanwhile, was grinning from ear to ear. REMUS HAD HOWLED WHEN HE FINISHED. She was going to tease him about this mercilessly. Avoiding her gaze, Remus buried his head in the pillows and slipped under the blanket, panting. Wrapping her arms around him from behind, Dora kissed his back and grinned on his skin.

“You were amazing~”

“And you~” Remus rested, leaning back into her arms.

“And that howl?~”

He tensed up, nervous.

“Bloody sexy, that was~”

Tonks laughed, kissing all over his shoulders. Turning to face her, Remus blushed, sheepish.

“You really thought so~?”

She nodded and pulled him into another kiss.

“The full moon isn’t so bad after all~”

“Suppose not~ If it’s always like this~”

“Mmmmmhmmm…”

Tonks moved to snuggle under the covers, letting Remus be the big spoon. She felt safe in his arms, even with the wolf’s shadow looming. Ever since he had come back from getting scolded by Harry, he had been more open to talking. Slowly, little by little, Remus had let her in.

Tonks felt as if this was one of the last big secrets Remus had kept locked up. If he could come to terms with his werewolf side and possibly even enjoy it, she hoped his outlook on the future would improve. She and Remus made a good team, after all, working through the past and present and weathering it gracefully. Love was complicated, but worth the effort, she mused.

“I love you, Remus…”

He smiled and kissed the base of her neck, settling in for the night.

“I love you too, Dora…”

Quietly, the two of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, at peace with the moon and each other.

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After a Full Moon

Once after a full moon, the marauders were sneaking back in Hogwarts with a wounded Remus, his arms strapped around James and Sirius' shoulders. As they made their was to the Hospital Wing they came across someone.

Lily Evans who spent a sleepless night, worrying about exams, walked around the castle in hopes to calm herself down. She would have never imagined seeing Remus Lupin, one of her best friends, with cuts and bruises all over his bare chest, held unconscious by Sirius Black and James Potter, Peter Pettigrew walking shyly behind them.

"What happened?" Lily breathed out, recovering from the shock of seeing someone she knew for so long all bloody and beaten up.

"Normally, I would explain this to you, Evans" James said, grunting as they neared the Hospital Wing, "But I think we should wait 'till moony wakes up."

For the first time since she's known him, James didn't sound arrogant at all. It may even have been the first time that they spoke without him asking her out. There, were dark circles under his hazel eyes, and he looked worn out.

"I'll take it from here" muttered Sirius, leading Remus towards one the beds, where Madam Pomfrey stood. As soon as Sirius set Remus down on the bed, Madam Pomfrey drew the curtains around his bed, shielding him from veiw.

She walked along with James until they neared the curtains, Peter already climbed up the stairs probably heading towards the dorm to get some sleep. Sirius was already sat on a chair next to the wall, his head on his shoulder, asleep. James and Lily sat onto the chairs next to him. James' eyes were beginning to flutter shut, but he kept them open not wanting to leave Remus alone once he woke up. This didn't pass Lily however. After befriending Remus, she understood that the Marauder's friendship is deeper than she thought it to be.

"Potter, get some sleep. I'll stay here until Remus wakes up." she whispered. James looked at her gratefully.

"Thanks, Evans" he mumbled, before resting his eyelids and falling asleep.

The Hospital wing was completely silent, other than the chirping birds outside, only their steady breathing was heard in the calm room. Lily's eyes examined the room quickly, her eyes darting back to James' peaceful sleeping figure.

They lingered on him more than she intended them too, examining his distinct features. His nose looked like his father's, who she saw once on the cover of the Daily Prophet, so did his messy black hair. And he looked young, as he was supposed to: his expression wasn't worried or sad, nor smiling or happy- a look of peace and calm drew itself on his face. Lily smiled to herself unconsciously.

An hour later, Lily heard grunts of pain from behind the curtain. Immediately, Madam Pomfrey came rushing to check up on Remus holding a cup of what Lily suspected was a draught for dreamless sleep in her hands. After a few moments, she came out from behind the curtain and looked sympathetically towards Lily.

"You can come and talk to him, dear"

Lily stood up and walked behind the curtain to find Remus laying on the bed, his hands covered in bandages and the white sheets covering up to his chest. "Are you alright?" she asked, and it sounded stupid as soon as it came out. Of course he isn't, she thought to herself.

Despite the pain, Remus chuckled, "Yes I'm fine" he looked up at her, his brown eyes staring into hers guiltily. "Where are James, Sirius and Peter?"

"Peter went up to the dorm, I think. James and Sirius are sleeping on the chairs." Lily said.

"Look Lily, I'm sorry for not telling you this before. But I thought that you wouldn't want anything to do with something like me- that you would think I am a monster, and frankly I didn't want to lose you as a friend. And I think you have already discovered what I am- a werewolf."

"You are not a monster," Lily said, as soon as Remus finished explaining. "No one in their right mind would think that, you are one of the sweetest human beings that I ever met. So far, you've been kinder to me than my own sister. I would never leave you because of something you can't control."

Remus looked at her gratefully, his eyes shone with tears- a result of the thoughts he couldn't control. "Thank you," he whispered and she smiled back at him. Madam Pomfrey came back holding another cup of some type of potion Lily was too tired to recognize. She looked at Lily, clearly telling her that Remus needs rest and that she needs to go soon, Lily nodded.

"You really need to rest Remus." she said, as soon as Madam Pomfrey left the room. "I can't stay any longer, I'm sorry."

Remus nodded. "Yeah, it's alright."

"Tell Potter he's handsome lad." she said, grinning as she made her way to leave.

"Yeah, I bet he'll be pleased to hear that." Remus said, chuckling, trying to make himself comfortable in the infirmary bed.

I made this for fun, but I'm happy with it.

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1fosteramoore · 3 years

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Full Moon

Summary: Short little narrative detailing a full moon in Remus Lupin’s first year. Blood and angst—you have been warned.

Wordcount: 2118

The transformation was over… until next month. Remus exhaled deeply. His bones were still aching from the shift, and he was still a little shaky, but otherwise he felt fine. Better than ever. Why couldn’t he stay in this form all the time?

It was unfair, really, that he only got this body one night a month. And even more unfair that people locked him up. Humans. He had vague memories of wanting to be locked up, but was sure that he wasn’t remembering something correctly because that was impossible. Remus was a lot of things, but he wasn’t that stupid and self-destructive. He hoped.

Hatred burned. Hot. He needed to attack something, someone, but there was nobody in this cursed place. There never was. He sniffed again, hoping that perhaps there was someone, anyone—just this once!—but there wasn’t. It was only him and the walls. And the stairs. And the hatred. And the itching. He was so itchy.

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Moony had friends

Moony hadn't even been conscious about him having an name. Moony hadn't been conscious of his human form buried deep within him, scared and vulnerable. All Moony was conscious about, was that he had always been locked up. Ever since he could remember. Cages, basements and then that house, old and cold. Moony didn't like it. Moony wanted to be free. Moony wanted to hunt, play, run until his lungs couldn't take it. So everytime he woke up in that horrid house, all Moony could feel was rage. He tried to scape. He howled and scratched the walls. He would scratch himself too, until he would get too tired. And Moony would cuddle into the soft bed there and fall asleep. And then, all of it happened again. Like a loop.

Until one time, when Moony woke up, sniffed around. It smelled different. And he heard a bark. Moony turned around to see something. Some black animal. Four legs. Fur like his, but black. Blue-grew eyes that popped. Moony didn't know that creature. He growled thinking it was going to attack him.

The creature sniffed him closely. It bark three times. And a word popped into Moony's mind: "Friend". And then, "Padfoot". The creature bowed and Moony did it as well. Moony understood Padfoot was pack. Padfoot was Alpha. Padfoot put out his tongue, and raised his paw, playfully. Then, Padfoot turned in circles chasing his tail. And barked more. Moony saw other creatures approaching them. A large one. And a tiny one. Moony stood up and grunted. He expected Padfoot to do it as well. Padfoot didn't. He barked. And Moony understood. "FRIENDS. No hurting". The large creature bowed showing his antlers. The tiny one squealed looking up at him.

Padfoot barked. Moony understood their names. Prongs: hazel eyes, brown thinner fur. Large size, longer legs, no paws. But antlers on his head. Wormtail: blue eyes, Tiny, fat, with grey brownish fur. A big tail without hair.

Padfoot barked once more. Another word. Moony. Padfoot walked towards him and put a paw on his back. And he understood. Moony was him. Moony bended and rolled over his back playfully. He was happy. Padfoot and the others would take him to play. To hunt. To run. Moony could finally be free.

But they didn't. Moony whined looking at Padfoot. Padfoot moved his tail. "Protect Moony". Moony gurled and lied on the floor. His pack stared at him.

The next times, Moony observed his new friends. Still bored. "Protect Moony" Padfoot used to communicate. But Moony just wanted to play.

So they did.

"Play with Moony" One night, Padfoot was ready. His tail waved happily. Moony's did it as well. "Play".

Moony followed Padfoot outside. Prongs and Wormtail were behind them. Padfoot put himself in front. "Moony follow". Moony did. He followed Padfoot as they ran and ran through the forest. Moony would follow Padfoot everywhere from now on.

Sometimes, Moony got a glimpse of Prongs guarding and protecting them from other creatures. Wormtail usually on his shoulder. Moony felt safe, as Padfoot and him played. They chased each other. They had a bath on the lake. They rolled over the grass. They hunted. Usually small animals. Rats. But never Wormtail no. He was friend. And Prongs would eat the grass beside them.

One time, Moony even saw his reflection on the water. At first he thought it was another creature. But Padfoot barked. "Moony". Moony stared. Light fur almost white, amber eyes. A little smaller than Padfoot. But similar. Beautiful as Padfoot was.

Moony loved friends. Moony loved pack. Moony was happy around pack. Moony had friends. Moony wasn't locked anymore. Moony played. Moony ran. Moony hunted. Moony swam. Moony drank. Life was good with Pack. Moony didn't want to go back being alone again. Moony didn't want to be locked up. Moony hoped his friends will stay forever.

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“We should go,” James said into her mouth, roughly unbuttoning her top in the dark.

“Why?” Lily pulled at his Quidditch jersey, mop digging into her back.

“’Dunno” James tugged the mop out from behind her and steadied himself against the wall, hand on her neck, her pulse hammering against his palm, “Felt like the sensible option.”

“Can’t have been you saying it then” Lily bit his lip.

James, breathless, unthinking, “Absolutely not.”

“Wonder who said that?”

“Peeves.” James said, able to think again. Lily grinned against his mouth and he jerked the last of her shirt off her shoulders, two buttons popping off onto the floor.

“I’ll put you in the rubbish if you’ve fucked this shirt.” Lily breathed.

James, incredulous, pulled back, “’Put me in the rubbish?”

“You’re always pulling the buttons off my shirts and I’m shit at sewing charms. Mar keeps noticing and taking the piss.”

“Even so, the rubbish?”

Lily shrugged, “I really like this top.”

“I really like you, but I wouldn’t put anyone in the rubbish over it.”

Lily smiled, “Must not like me that much then”

“Yeah,” James says, dryly, “That’s always been my problem.”

Someone banged on the door and they sprang apart, practised. It’s incredible, really, how James knew what it was like to touch her and managed not to all the time.

“Oi, It’s me.”

Lily’s shoulders unknotted. James shot her a grin, waited a beat: “Who?”

“Unbelievable. Come out, this party is boring.”

“What kind of a name is ‘unbelievable’?” Lily asked, and James laughed.

“Evans, you’re not clever.”

“Oh, Black. Yes I am.”

James picked his Quidditch jersey off a broom-head and gave it to Lily, jerking his head in a put this on motion. “We’re coming.”

“While talking to me?”

James waited till she’d pulled it over her head before opening the door, revealing Sirius looking pleased with himself, “Where’s Moony?” James asked.

“No idea, I thought he was with you”

“You thought he was with me in this broom closet with Lily?”

Sirius shrugged, “Worth a shot.”

“Have I mentioned that I hate you?” James said, conversationally.

“Yeah, but never in so few clothes.”

“Want me to give you two a minute to make out ridiculously?” Lily asked, looking around for her top.

“Only a minute?”

“Hey,” Remus rounded the end of the hall, walking toward them, “There you are.”

“They were making out without inviting us.” Sirius told him.

“Hey, Remus was invited.” Lily objected.

“Cheers” Remus grinned, stopping, “C’mon, party’s waiting. Christ, Prongs, put a top on. This is a hallway.”

James rolled his eyes. “Where were you?” Sirius demanded.

“Getting this off Mel Lydeski with Pete” Remus held up a bottle of Firewhiskey.

“Where is Pete?”

“Making out with Mel Lydeski” Remus answered, slowly backing down the hall. Sirius bark-laughed.

“Good for him.” James said.

“Oh C’mon, Prongs” Sirius gestured, “Evans is right there.”

James opened his mouth to object but Remus cut in: “Let’s go, I want to drink this.”

“I don’t have a shirt.” James pointed out.

“You can wear mine,” Lily offered, holding it out.

“I don’t want to” James said, seriously, “the buttons are fucked.”

Lily punched him on the arm, sliding past him into the hall. “Git. Go make out with Mel Lydeski.”

“I was kidding!”

“Oi, lads,” Lily turned around, still walking backwards the hall, “Want to help me put Potter in the rubbish later?”

“Oh, Absolutely.”

“More than anything, yeah.”

“Bastards. Lil, I want my shirt back.”

“Fat chance.”

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