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endaemion and I agreed to do a gift exchange. I would write her a fic of her choosing and she would draw me something wonderful. Said exchange has finally occurred. ^.^ She drew me a comic featuring Eiri, Shuichi, and Bad Sex. In return, I wrote her a short Harry Potter fic -- featuring Remus Lupin and Harry Potter.
I'm such a bad girl.
Title: The Potion
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is obviously not mine, nor is it my fandom of choice, but Leilla asked for a Remus/Harry fic, and Leilla always gets what she asks for. She's amazingly persuasive like that.
Warnings: Potentially skeevy boy-boy relationships. No pedophilia, yo. Age everyone by about four years and make us all happy. ^_^
Author Note: For Leilla, who is the shizzle on my nizzle.
It did not take Remus Lupin long to discover that the trickiest thing about living with Harry Potter was the way Harry liked to snoop. He found all sorts of things he was not meant to find; journals, maps, spells, and countless other private items quickly became open to the twenty-something wizard's insatiable curiosity. Remus did what he could to prevent Harry from involving himself in these private matters, but to no avail. Harry was an expert snoop.
The second trickiest thing about living with Harry Potter was dealing with the young wizard once he had found some of the old potions he and a few friends had made -- the ones he had neglected to label, no less -- and coming home to discover that Harry had decided to try those potions on himself. This normally would not have been so bad, except for that slight waft of cinnamon Remus smelled when he opened the door. He recognized that cinnamon smell, and so he was not overly surprised when he stepped inside the one-roomed shack to see a cloud of purple smoke and a naked, purring Harry Potter on Remus' bed. And, even expecting that, it was a tricky situation.
Remus set down the paper bag half-full of groceries and tried to pretend he could not see the twenty-year-old wizard, who he could practically feel following his every move with that green-liquid gaze. He took a deep breath. He shut his eyes once. Then he turned around and smiled.
"Afternoon, Harry," Remus said. "Did you keep busy while I was at the market?"
"Yes."
"Good," Remus said. "What did you do?"
There was no mistaking the tone to Harry's voice when he spoke; the purr, mixed with the meant-to-be seductive drawl was not easy to miss. Remus could practically smell the pheromones. "I waited for you," Harry answered. "That's all."
"Ah." Remus steeled himself as he considered the younger wizard. Harry shifted on the bed and stretched luxuriously under Remus' gaze, and that movement threw Remus' thoughts into a less than saintly state of mind. He swallowed once and turned away, back to the groceries on the table. It was not as though these thoughts had never occurred to him before, really. As much as Harry did look like his father, as had grown and matured, he had started to resemble Lily in stature and shape and the way his limbs fit together, and although Remus had never even dreamed of going after either Lily of James -- much less a Lily with James' features -- he had found himself strangely drawn to Harry. As inappropriate as he knew that was, he simply could not help it.
It did not help, of course, that Harry seemed to do everything he could to encourage such thoughts. Hadn't he ever heard of modesty? Or subtlety? Tch.
Remus found a box of cereal in the grocery bag and hid it away in a cabinet. When he returned to stand in front of the bag, he simply knew Harry had moved. He fought the urge to turn around and do something about it -- reprimand Harry for having tried an unlabeled potion without supervision or something -- but it turned out he did not need to; Harry circled his arms around Remus' waist. Remus pretended to ignore it as he continued to pull things from the grocery bags. When Harry's lips pressed against the back of his neck, however, Remus knew that ignoring the issue was definitely not going to work this time around.
"Harry," he said, "what are you doing?"
"Kissing you," Harry answered, and he turned so he was facing the older wizard. He brushed fingers over Remus' arms and stood on his toes. His face lingered dangerously close to Remus', and then... Then it moved closer.
Their lips met and Remus realized that the third most tricky thing about living with Harry Potter was knowing without a shadow of a doubt that the attractive, naked wizard kissing him was under a spell and didn't really want to bone you until you couldn't walk properly for days afterward. The fourth hardest thing was pulling away from a kiss like that in order to avoid ruining the rather tenuous friendship they had most painstakingly established. That was very, very tricky.
"Harry?" Remus asked as he broke the kiss.
"Hm?"
"Would you mind putting the ice away for me?" That said, Remus dropped the bag of ice he was holding into Harry's arms.
Harry hissed and stepped away, back toward the bed, and Remus used that opportunity to leave the shack. He would come back in an hour or two; the potion should have worn off by then, and perhaps he would even grant Harry the mercy of never speaking of this again. It would at least teach Harry a lesson about snooping.
- end -
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In other news, Endy has also made a website! The Endy McWebPage needs your support in order to reach its full awesome potential. Endy is a great artist with a wondertastic sense of humor, and you should all give her the lovings as appropriate. Just to accentuate this point, I am using the following cut-text and changing the link so it leads to her site instead of to her journal.
just when you thought you had enough love...
endaemion and I agreed to do a gift exchange. I would write her a fic of her choosing and she would draw me something wonderful. Said exchange has finally occurred. ^.^ She drew me a comic featuring Eiri, Shuichi, and Bad Sex. In return, I wrote her a short Harry Potter fic -- featuring Remus Lupin and Harry Potter.I'm such a bad girl.
Title: The Potion
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is obviously not mine, nor is it my fandom of choice, but Leilla asked for a Remus/Harry fic, and Leilla always gets what she asks for. She's amazingly persuasive like that.
Warnings: Potentially skeevy boy-boy relationships. No pedophilia, yo. Age everyone by about four years and make us all happy. ^_^
Author Note: For Leilla, who is the shizzle on my nizzle.
It did not take Remus Lupin long to discover that the trickiest thing about living with Harry Potter was the way Harry liked to snoop. He found all sorts of things he was not meant to find; journals, maps, spells, and countless other private items quickly became open to the twenty-something wizard's insatiable curiosity. Remus did what he could to prevent Harry from involving himself in these private matters, but to no avail. Harry was an expert snoop.
The second trickiest thing about living with Harry Potter was dealing with the young wizard once he had found some of the old potions he and a few friends had made -- the ones he had neglected to label, no less -- and coming home to discover that Harry had decided to try those potions on himself. This normally would not have been so bad, except for that slight waft of cinnamon Remus smelled when he opened the door. He recognized that cinnamon smell, and so he was not overly surprised when he stepped inside the one-roomed shack to see a cloud of purple smoke and a naked, purring Harry Potter on Remus' bed. And, even expecting that, it was a tricky situation.
Remus set down the paper bag half-full of groceries and tried to pretend he could not see the twenty-year-old wizard, who he could practically feel following his every move with that green-liquid gaze. He took a deep breath. He shut his eyes once. Then he turned around and smiled.
"Afternoon, Harry," Remus said. "Did you keep busy while I was at the market?"
"Yes."
"Good," Remus said. "What did you do?"
There was no mistaking the tone to Harry's voice when he spoke; the purr, mixed with the meant-to-be seductive drawl was not easy to miss. Remus could practically smell the pheromones. "I waited for you," Harry answered. "That's all."
"Ah." Remus steeled himself as he considered the younger wizard. Harry shifted on the bed and stretched luxuriously under Remus' gaze, and that movement threw Remus' thoughts into a less than saintly state of mind. He swallowed once and turned away, back to the groceries on the table. It was not as though these thoughts had never occurred to him before, really. As much as Harry did look like his father, as had grown and matured, he had started to resemble Lily in stature and shape and the way his limbs fit together, and although Remus had never even dreamed of going after either Lily of James -- much less a Lily with James' features -- he had found himself strangely drawn to Harry. As inappropriate as he knew that was, he simply could not help it.
It did not help, of course, that Harry seemed to do everything he could to encourage such thoughts. Hadn't he ever heard of modesty? Or subtlety? Tch.
Remus found a box of cereal in the grocery bag and hid it away in a cabinet. When he returned to stand in front of the bag, he simply knew Harry had moved. He fought the urge to turn around and do something about it -- reprimand Harry for having tried an unlabeled potion without supervision or something -- but it turned out he did not need to; Harry circled his arms around Remus' waist. Remus pretended to ignore it as he continued to pull things from the grocery bags. When Harry's lips pressed against the back of his neck, however, Remus knew that ignoring the issue was definitely not going to work this time around.
"Harry," he said, "what are you doing?"
"Kissing you," Harry answered, and he turned so he was facing the older wizard. He brushed fingers over Remus' arms and stood on his toes. His face lingered dangerously close to Remus', and then... Then it moved closer.
Their lips met and Remus realized that the third most tricky thing about living with Harry Potter was knowing without a shadow of a doubt that the attractive, naked wizard kissing him was under a spell and didn't really want to bone you until you couldn't walk properly for days afterward. The fourth hardest thing was pulling away from a kiss like that in order to avoid ruining the rather tenuous friendship they had most painstakingly established. That was very, very tricky.
"Harry?" Remus asked as he broke the kiss.
"Hm?"
"Would you mind putting the ice away for me?" That said, Remus dropped the bag of ice he was holding into Harry's arms.
Harry hissed and stepped away, back toward the bed, and Remus used that opportunity to leave the shack. He would come back in an hour or two; the potion should have worn off by then, and perhaps he would even grant Harry the mercy of never speaking of this again. It would at least teach Harry a lesson about snooping.
...
In other news, Endy has also made a website! The Endy McWebPage needs your support in order to reach its full awesome potential. Endy is a great artist with a wondertastic sense of humor, and you should all give her the lovings as appropriate. Just to accentuate this point, I am using the following cut-text and changing the link so it leads to her site instead of to her journal.
just when you thought you had enough love...