Fic, translation: Adunatio (7 / 7) Title: Adunatio
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Pairing: Sirius / Remus, James / Lily
Abstract: Remus and Sirius are literally glued to each other for a week ...
Rating: NC-17 for language and some explicit scenes!
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Ndt : I post here the translation of the complete and uncensored version of the fic Vixenette, that is to say that which contains passages too ... feufeunet too much for ...
And voila, the final chapter is here! I hope this fic will be especially pleased that I did not let too many mistakes, I wanted to post today, I'm a bit rushed for the anniversary of M ♥ ♥ ny ...
Adunatio
Seventh Day
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Remus awoke sweaty.
It is Monday. There are ongoing and we are still attached. He tried to remember why he felt so confused.
And the cause of his disorder struck suddenly.
is the last day I will spend attached to Sirius. A muffled groan rose to his side and the werewolf bit her lip, thinking of the day ahead. Wauldin said that the effects of the potion would last about a week, so when they get off the ground was not really accurate. The separation would be painful? Is that the hand of the Animagus tear the skin of his wrist? Or is it the opposite? The duty they had to write to Remus had learned that when human skin was merging with the potion, vibration magic that ran through the flesh of every sorcerer, negated the effects after about seven days. He did, however, failed to find how happening the
disunity. For a second, he wondered what would happen if muggle found themselves stuck with this potion. No trace of magic could help neutralize ...
Another grunt was heard, bringing Remus apathetic to a harsh reality. He later fell asleep, he was too busy to wonder why Sirius did not want him to ... well, it 'make a
hug'. Not that the young Lupin needed a hug or another girl thing, but after what happened in the common room ... he did not understand why a wall of tension had risen between them, the minute they had gone to bed.
But now, when memories of the previous night inflamed his mind and that small moans broke the silence, Remus felt his confidence revived. Whatever they have not slept in the arms of one another. He opened his eyes and found Sirius in the same position as last week, lying on his side, trying to fix it, the breath.
"Want a hand?" asked seriously werewolf. And then he bit his lip when he realized what he had said. The Animagus apparently stopped what he was doing, because a smile came over his face a second before a burst of laughter escaped him.
"I can not believe that you just said, "gasped the young Black between chuckles." The head that you do, it's great! "He shook his head, still laughing." 'A helping hand', he told me! "
Remus struggled not to cower when he heard a snoring bed emerge from Peter, and he tried not to look at Sirius as he wanted to know if you listened to them. After a while, calm fell on the room.
"So you want help or not?" urged he, whispering. And without even waiting for an answer, he gathered all his courage to drag his left hand between their bodies, to what find the pants unbuttoned the Animagus, which emerged a beautiful erection.
So THAT'S why the bed was always wet ... Her fingers rested on the chair and stretched his thumb when passed on the tip moist, small spasm shook the lips and eyelids closed Sirius, exciting the senses of a werewolf.
Remus realized it would be easier to ... well, do anything, if the elder Black was lying on his back. Then he pushed the drummer's shoulder with his right hand, flicking back the swollen tip of the penis of another boy, qui frissonna sans honte.
Cette position favorisait grandement la chose, même avec le poids de la main de Sirius sur son poignet. L’angle était parfait et Lupin s’émerveilla du touché satiné de l’organe contre sa paume, des chatouillis que lui procuraient les boucles noires chaque fois que sa caresse descendait sur le sexe de son ami.
Les yeux fermés et la bouche ouverte, Padfoot gémissait tandis que son corps se cambrait nerveusement. Sa tête s’agitait machinalement de gauche à droite, s’enfonçant toujours plus loin dans l’oreiller. Au-dessus de lui, le loup-garou le fixait, grisé par l’érotisme qui lui faisait face. Son pouce frotta again the penis of Sirius, spreading the wetness that was where he wanted to see Black surrendering completely to fun. He quickened the pace of his stroking his right hand when invited himself skillfully in the confined space of drawers Padfoot, his fingers digging skin, her nails gently scraping its scholarships.
"I ... I ..." Sirius was trying to blow something in between gasps, but the warden did not want to stop to let him speak. He tightened his grip and threw his movement, focusing repeatedly on the tender flesh of the glans. He knew what made them gay and how they slept together, but he never took the time to think. Was it really nice? His fingers glided through the hair that dotted the testes of heavy animagus before mislead lower, touching the piece of skin that was hidden there. He walked up the small opening he was looking wrinkled, stretched the fabric of the shorts to prevent movement easily by hand, while his panicked heart and his mind muddled because radiating pulses that his own erection. When he passed his finger gently around the opening, he noted that it was dry and immediately realized he would need a little help
to do what he had in mind.
With agility, he traveled the end, still oozing sex Sirius, lubricant generously its index, while his left hand kept a steady pace on the pole upright. Padfoot was panting and moaning, Remus knew then that he only had little time. It redirects his finger to the small opening and crept slowly.
How could someone enter here? He almost growled feeling the muscles contract around his finger as he pushed him a little more further. He felt he was burning, but this was perhaps because her body was boiling, including the finger. When he plunged to the joint, he quietly retired before driving back, eyes riveted on the face of Sirius, fascinated by how the other boy clenched his teeth hard.
Remus felt a wave of excitement when the invading sudden gasps and quiet grunts escaped from the mouth of the Animagus. The werewolf then leaned over him, licking his jaw and tearing his still more complaints. A few more tonguing and Lupin caught himself trying to stop the weather more than anything else, just to live forever with the erection of Sirius in hand and his name on his tasty lips.
"Remus," whispered the latter, "I ..." His body shuddered and suddenly it was the only warning that the warden received before a white giclée not come crashing down on his left hand. Sirius eyelids were pressed by the pleasure and no longer on his back that only the bed, arching in a tension as old as the world. Remus waited a moment for the young Black come to its senses before carefully removing her finger and stroking the belly of the other boy, while marveling at his expression.
difficulty, he dropped the sex of the Animagus and put her hand to her mouth. Never before had he tasted his own sperm, but he knew the taste was not supposed to be completely unpleasant. The smell alone was enough to make it captivating mad with desire, so much so that his penis hardened furiously against his thigh. The tip of the tongue, he tasted the thin sticky thread that oscillated between his thumb and forefinger, and found that the liquid substance had a slight bitter aftertaste. Those who said that the thing was not totally
unpleasant were right.
Sirius watched licking his fingers, his eyes burning. "It was almost as good as last night," he growled. Remus raised an eyebrow.
"Almost?" But the left hand Black plunged in his pajamas, regardless of the belt that held his pants. She grabbed the painful erection which she found there and firmly clamped, making the pant werewolf.
"I want to see you, Moony," whispered Remus and the other boy had to bite his lip when he felt his hand tighten around his sex. "I want to taste you. "
Sirius really did not expect an answer, but the whine that passes the lips of the young warden was quite explicit that the Animagus slips at the foot of the bed, fold the pajamas on her hips, and make lost erection in his mouth. Remus
knew he would not survive very long. Sirius amused him torment the glans tip of the tongue and the intense thrill of ecstasy when Brown crossed began to suck hard. Unable to restrain himself, gave the lycanthrope kidney shots, sinking deeper into this mouth hot and humid which made delirious. One hand clutched strongly at the base of her sex and followed the rhythm of his hips. He grabbed the sheets on either side of his body and planted a dog cruelly in his lower lip, while Sirius release to chew the flesh of his manly erection. Vertiginous stars twinkled behind his eyelids and inside of his chest, his heart was galloping like a furious, ready to explode. He tried to control himself when the mouth of Black wrapped it again, fearing to stifle the young drummer, but he could not help lift the hips to each suction. Now he was faced with a dilemma. He longed to be released into the mouth of the Animagus, it became almost as painful, but he rejected the idea that sensations stop. Ecstasy no longer flowed through her body, she had concentrated at his groin, and Remus thought he would never be able to feel anything other than the exquisite pulsation that radiated from his crotch. Small spots of all colors danced before his eyes, blurring his vision, while his hand made its way into the hair of Sirius, pulling a few strands to warn him that he was about to enjoy.
But animagus continued to lick his hand and pumping and when the werewolf
exploded, her body arched sharply, until the Black lips around his cock and Remus is shaken by tremors. Her flesh was boiling and his bones wasted away while he was recovering with difficulty from his orgasm. Hypersensitive, gender continued to vibrate under the Food Sirius, so he pushed the grunts, gave the impression that he suffered martyrdom. A wet tongue licking her belly went and ventured into his navel, where the first cum had spread, and then Padfoot slid along his skin until the headboard. Eyes still closed, and satisfied beyond their wildest dreams, Remus reveled yet the most incredible orgasm of his life, when suddenly, lips clung to his and he instinctively opened her mouth to taste her own essence on the tongue of Sirius.
"NOW," Black whispered feverishly, all against her ear, "it was as good as or better than last night." Panting, Remus tried to remember where he was, and the day and took the opportunity to ask what he could have done these six cursed recent years because it would really really
have seen the Animagus otherwise than as a friend. He turned his head, feeling dizziness and fatigue to win, and caught the boy with black hair trying to fix it through his eyes half open.
Fingers grazed his abdomen, where the language of Sirius had not yet ventured. A hand passed over the line of hair that roamed his abdomen and he shuddered when a series of strokes sent shudders through his body, stoking the excitement that did nothing to calm his heart. He wanted to stay here a little longer, Sirius to kiss before getting into a melee further but he knew that the sun was about to rise.
And even if he would in any case, extricate himself from the embrace of animagus Remus suspected that others would soon wake up, if that was not already, especially Peter, who was always the first survey. And now they really need a shower, the werewolf was not very tempted by the idea of being forced to shower in the presence of one of their two friends and then to keep his hands a decent perimeter, away from Sirius.
"Come on, we will wash before the others get up," whispered the drummer, and Remus wondered vaguely if he had read his thoughts. He shook his head, forcing him to sit down and pulled his pajama trousers. From the corner of his eye, he saw Sirius buttoned his pants and, when introduced, the boys went down the bed of the prefect, heading slowly towards the bathroom.
The valve had just been shot and Remus had hardly allow himself a smile, seeing Padfoot fix feverishly, they heard the slam barefoot on the floor next to their shower.
"We will catch up later," Sirius whispered in his ear. Shaking his head again, and dying to go strangle the intruder who was in the cabin next door, Remus quickly lathered before rinsing, taking care to ignore the other boy. Increase his excitement, knowing he could not relieve themselves for hours, certainly did not help. For his part, Brown seemed to have had the same reasoning, because when the werewolf had finished and he turned, he found the Animagus
now contemplate the shower curtain.
However, nothing prevented Remus to admire the back and buttocks of the drummer, and they wiped down and prepared for lunch.
-
The young prefect felt the change of atmosphere at the moment he walks through the doors of the Great Hall. Nearby, at the Hufflepuff table, sat three boys whose eyes were riveted on him and Sirius. As for Gryffindor, end table, a girl whispering into the ear of one of her friends and a second later they both returned to staring too. An army of eyes religiously followed every step as they approached their usual places, where James was waiting.
Does everyone knew? Is there something in the way they walk? Is there something in the way his hair fell or how the dress rustled Sirius? Is that James had stamped the word 'gay' in pink letters in the middle of the forehead, to play him a trick?
With some anxiety, Remus eyes swept the room and noted that most students detailing the present very openly. A wave of terror lifted his stomach and his appetite vanished at once as he cast a glance at the stack of slices of bacon and herring plates which stands in the middle of the table.
"Jeez, is that everybody knows?" moaned as he sat down. It really was not expecting an answer, but when James let out a little 'hmph', the werewolf stared, frowning.
"What?" The chief warden was chewing a generous mouthful of eggs when they confessed. "I only said that Lily and Peter."
Remus groaned and let dropped his head on his right arm. He did not know if one of the two had spoken to someone, but what was certain was that the whole school seemed to know.
"Hey, you remember what I told you last night?" Sirius whispered in a voice free. "If they have a problem with the fact that we are together now, so they can all go to hell."
"But how did they know?" Lupin insisted. It did not really think that Lily would say something, but he had doubts about Peter, mainly because they had overheard their friend to try blonde cheat for Newt is it that he would bring a secret that James had told him?
"I told Peter not to talk about it," James assured them, "and he would never betray my trust. Not more than yours, when you're ready to say officially."
"Hey, speaking of our little rat-" began the Animagus while Remus looked up and smiled a Peter who was sitting next to James.
Pettigrew leaned across the table, his eyes twinkling. "I'm sure you would have told me this morning, but James has spilled the beans last night. I'm happy for you anyway." He straightened and caught several slices of bacon. "As long as you keep your hands in your pockets when I'm in the dorm ..." The young prefect
blushed.
course Peter did not say anything! But he could not help frowning eyebrows again at the idea that the only other person who knew, apart from James and Peter, was Lily. Does it have something entrusted to one of her friends, maybe Gwynne, who would, in turn told someone else, spreading the word like wildfire?
And his suspicions were completely scanned at the moment he felt more than he saw someone standing right behind him. When he turned his head, it was to come face to face with a contemptuous smile showing off Snape and flanked by his two accomplices, Evan Rosier and Theo Avery.
"I hope you have not had time to stain the tub last night, kind of disgusting monsters. I warned everyone of your
relationship." Spat Snape's lips curled as he was staring over his broad nostrils of a black look. "You can say farewell to your dirty little secret
."
Unable to retain a grin when he realized that Snape was revealed to the entire school, their very recent history
, Remus began to hope that Sirius would not make a scene. But then he turned to the other boy praying to ignore the Slytherin, the Animagus is jumped up and did something totally unexpected. He put his left arm around Snape's shoulders and pressed against him.
"Severus, my dear, what a pleasure to see your adorable mug in this beautiful morning! I noticed that you had not shaved today ... it gives you air sexy. I could devour you on the spot! With much pleasure, if not more, than last night! "Almost yelled Sirius. And then, with a smile on the corner of his lips, he drew back slightly from his nemesis, petrified by shock, then to stick a rough kiss on the lips. "Hmm, you were wonderful in the bath last night! Who knew you had a talented mouth? I do not think I ever saw Remus lose control that way, and I am absolutely certain of never having heard him speak so loud. "The werewolf was sure his eyes were going out of their sockets in a few seconds, like those of Rose and Avery. Some chuckles arose
behind Remus and when he turned away from this disturbing spectacle it was to find James and Peter folded in half and firmly attached to each other as not to sink.
"Snape, you do not we have never said you were in one, too!" Rosier exclaimed with disgust, while Avery and he recoiled with a not even remotely respectable.
"Merlin's beard, but what happens here?" Inquired the Professor McGonagall who had just arrived. Frowning, she stared at first, Sirius, which could not help laughing, and Snape, who jabbered whispered, his face red with anger and embarrassment. The young prefect hid a smile behind his hand while their manager turned to him. "Well, Mr. Lupin?" Would you please explain why Snape and Black men persist in disrupting the perfect breakfast? "
"Uh ... no, Professor." Remus struggled to maintain a minimum capacity when she looked up at a glance that he hoped poignant. "They are just talking about an exercise in potions."
She stared for a moment, her lips pressed into a line Fine. "Really?" Please sit down Mr. Black, and you, Mr. Snape, return to your table, please. I do not want to see what kind of 'discussion' during mealtimes. Is Do you have understood? Both? " Snape shook his head menacingly and withdrew its request without rest. Sirius, meanwhile, gave him a beaming smile and reaped a new look suspicious when he sat down very nicely.
"That old man is the most awesome thing I've seen since the fourth grade, when you dive an old boxer in the Slytherin dormitory, and that thou hast bewitched to float above the head Snivellus during dinner, "said Peter cheerfully, while hammering the back of a James in tears." And in addition, it was not even planned, I say it deserves the top spot jokes ever made here. "He raised his glass." Bravo! "
Black shrugged, a small smile on his lips, and a toast. He got up Briefly, bowed and sat down before McGonagall not rushed on him to preach. Remus looked up to heaven.
So be trusted to the king of'exhibition 'to revel in being cause any trouble. "Sorry to have you trained there, Moony," Sirius apologized by offering him a wink. "I think I flay on the spot if Snivelly put his dirty paws on you."
The werewolf could not suppress a chuckle. "Me first."
The rest of breakfast went off without mishap and even managed to eat Remus left hand, now that the young Black did not bother ever coming up to her mouth. The Animagus smiled occasionally and when he saw that James and Peter did not cease to observe with good humor, he knew that the little touches of Sirius did not pass unnoticed; embarrassed to be as transparent, the prefect had great difficulty in containing the red rose to her cheeks. When they left the Great Hall to get to their first week, Charms, Snape saw Remus launch glared at Sirius, the pupils as cold and sharp as a blade of a dagger. If a single pair of eyes had the power to kill ...
Normally, Lupin did not approve of how the young Black treated Snape. James was acting the same way, but he had calmed down a bit since he had succeeded Lily to soften towards the end of their sixth year, and when September arrived, Sirius was almost alone in continuing to plague the Slytherin. Remus had always been content to watch, with great apprehension and a hint of disappointment, but he must admit he had found the scene of well-deserved breakfast.
Then they passed the door of the classroom, his mind occupied by recent events, the werewolf did not notice right away that the pressure on his wrist eased. He looked down at the same time as Sirius, and when the right hand of the Animagus freed himself from the arms of Remus, the two boys stared, mouths agape.
Obviously, the effects of the potion had worn off.
-
Concerned, the young warden listened to almost nothing all morning and missed the most important points of each course. Sitting beside him, Sirius did not seem more concentrated, the staring into space, he played absently with his pen, making it twirl between the fingers of his right hand. Around ten o'clock, James noted absently that floated on the face of Remus and smiled, shrugging his shoulders, as if to say, 'It had to happen one day or another, man. "
A little later, when the bell rang and in a fit of panic, the werewolf wondered if he would be able to prepare another potion Merging. He had already left the room during their third day, History of Magic when he was caught by a voice shouting his name. Recognizing the patch, it stopped short and turned around, frowning.
"Where do you run like that?" Sirius inquired by joining in a hurry, her black hair falling haphazardly on his mischievous blue eyes. Remus stared at him in silence, wanting more than anything, have the opportunity to relive the past week.
How can he be so beautiful? Then he realized that the other boy waited for an answer, and he sought in vain to say something. But after all, the truth was not so horrible as that, then he began, "I descend into the dungeons, see if I can make another potion."
Looking indefinable from Sirius, and Remus knew that his idea was stupid even before he finished his sentence. Animagus but merely smiled before enthusiastic, "And this Once we can control the merger. Why not, my left hand with your right hand, and it just merges your fingertips? That way, we can always use our hands, and then I could admire your pit all day. "
Letting out a chuckle, Remus shook his head." You and your fascination with my dimple. It is really interesting if that? "
Sirius raised his hand and touched the small depression, which Moony smiled even wider." It is part of you, me, I find it beautiful. And then it gives you a fierce and powerful breathtaking. Just like the rest. "
Remus raised his eyebrows, knowing that he did not have bulging muscles or chest hair or anything that could be equated with 'manliness'. He tried to protest, but Black swept his modesty with a shake of the hand.
"You're beautiful, Moony," Sirius insisted, her eyes sparkling. "Your body is perfect in every way, spellbinding me your face every time I look at you, and your eyes are so ..." He suspended his sentence, clearly searching for the appropriate term.
"Brown?" Remus tried, amused. The Animagus
threw her head back, letting out a laugh, and then there, in the middle of the corridor, he attracted all the young prefect against him and put his arms around his neck. Over the shoulder of the drummer, Remus realized that many students were watching them, and he could not repress a shudder.
"Uh ..." he began, not knowing how to prevent Sirius they were monitored.
"Let them put down," whispered Padfoot, before kissing her just under the jaw and lips, too quickly. Then he turned, smiling excessively at their audience and bowed theatrically. "I hope you enjoyed show! Now it's time for us all to get to our next class, so I'm sorry to be so rude, but move your ass away and not care us peace. "
And with that, Remus grabbed it by the arm and dragged him abruptly. Instead of dreading the low masses that were made while they were leaving their comrades, the werewolf was feeling elated. Sirius had no shame .
This thought was good enough to send Moony on a cloud for the rest of the day.
-
At dinner, Remus noticed that some students they were smiling, while others were frowning, but most would just fix them. Then he realized that he gave them as much importance. Sirius was with him, and he did not care what people thought.
Around half of the meal, James threw himself with ardor, in the story of the extraordinary
series of maneuvers that the catcher of the team Pride of Portree was placed against the Wimbourne Wasps during the last Quidditch match. The chief warden was leaning over the table, mimicking one of the shares, when Lily and Gwynne stopped near them.
"Hi, Remus. Hi, Sirius," Lily exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Lupin took a quick look at Gwynne and was intrigued to see animagus study, a slight grin at the corner of his mouth.
"So, Remus, I'm glad you finally opened my eyes about our beloved Black, here present." The werewolf stared at her in amazement. How could she know?
"Who said Moony did not need glasses after all?" muttered Peter giggling in his pudding.
Sirius let out a roar
Ironically, before to turn to Gwynne. Remus grabbed his glass and sipped, noting the smile that showed the girl.
"And how do you know that?" asked the drummer. She shrugged her shoulders, her nails looking riously.
"Daniel told me about you last year," she confessed. The werewolf swallowed, Sirius retailer, which in turn, watched intently. She continued. "Anyway, I should realize it earlier, after Saturday we spent in Hogsmeade."
"How?" Lupin
She pointed the tip of the chin to turn his attention before the elder Black. "I wanted it to be a perfect date, but you spent all day talking to Remus."
Concealing a satisfied smile behind his glass, when he remembered that Sirius and Gwynne had gone out together during their fifth year, the warden glanced sideways to see the brown, standing on her bed, motionless, his face scarlet .
She leaned over the Animagus and while he took another sip, Remus had trouble hearing when she whispered in the ear of Padfoot. "Daniel told me the juiciest details. So play your favorite subject? You like to get caught from behind, eh? "
Stunned, the young werewolf hanged himself with his pumpkin juice, tears came to his eyes and he was forced to spit his lemonade in her glass, trying to calm his coughing. Gwynne gave him a wink before turning on his heels, followed closely by Lily who offered them one last smile.
Sirius shook his head. "Women," he muttered, his cheeks red . 'Who really needs them? "
-
After dinner, Remus settled in a corner of the common room to resume his duties and He struggled now with his dissertation Potion. Wauldin was very demanding kind of grammar, and the last time he had set about writing this essay
of doom, the prefect had lacked concentration, distracted by a certain
person.
However, Remus realized he still could not concentrate. He looked up and found Sirius sat with Peter at the other end of the room, chewing a ballongomme Edward Bullard and smiling shyly at him. Moony sent him smile, without much enthusiasm, and waved her hand, wondering not be depressed by the fact that the Animagus had not finished his homework only because the werewolf had finished the previous night, not knowing if their skins are peeled off for today. He reaped another smile from Sirius, one that inflamed her cheeks before discharging a gentle warmth through his body and turned his attention to his parchment. His dissertation was
nearly twenty two inches long, although covered with writing rather small. Despite some ink spots scattered by it, by then, Remus was quite satisfied with his test, so he thought surely get a 'W'. Perhaps even an 'E', although he would not bet his shirt. Wauldin never gave 'E' to Gryffindor.
the corner of his eye, he saw James go down the stairs, broom in hand and wearing his Quidditch held. The boy walked right on the table which was installed Sirius and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. Gaze sweeping the room, Lupin noticed that several other students were also wearing their uniforms.
Curious, he frowned when he saw the young Black throw a look, at first, begging, and then, furious his best friend before ...
her boyfriend? ... rises and crosses the room. Arriving near Remus, the Animagus offered him a small smile, but the werewolf knew that he was forced.
"We drive tonight and I had completely forgotten. According
captain," he spat the last word in casting a vicious glance at the chief warden, over his shoulder, " I'm
it since I have 'cured' the one last week and the game against Slytherin, is this weekend. " Remus shrugged
shoulders, indifferent, wondering why Sirius fumed at this point. "Ok I guess I'd still be there when you get back. Maybe after we could go around again in the prefects' bathroom ..." His mouth began to crack a small smile, but he stopped when he realized that the drummer was frowning.
"You will not be there when I finish. You're stuck, you remember?" Lupin froze, trying to understand how he could forget. He grunted and looked down at his watch, dropping an expletive when he realized he was already seven hours and a quarter. Cursing softly, he stood up and started throwing his belongings in his bag. One hand rested on his arm and stopped him.
"I'm sorry for not able to come with you. I know I told you I go ..." Sirius seemed truly sorry, Remus goodwill gesture of the hand while continuing to keep his business.
"I'm not angry against you, Padfoot. It's just that I just realized that I had only fifteen minutes to descend into the dungeons and I need to reread the essay, and then I have not even started my exercises Botanical ... " he grumbled before feeling a pair of lips against her cheek. Sirius stood aside and smiled sweetly.
"Leave your things, I'll do it. You would not be late for your restraint," whispered affectionately Animagus. Remus said 'no' head and swallowed hard, while her feelings for another boy swirled inside his chest. He still managed to return his smile.
"Hey," he snapped when he saw Sirius being chewed, "do you have another ballongomme?"
Young Black grinned sadly. "Sorry, it was my last. But I can go see if someone ... "
Remus shook his head." Do not worry about that. I just wanted to have something to occupy myself a little mind, and perhaps it would have prevented even the smell of the cleaning paste that Wauldin VA give me for scouring pots, because I know it's what I'll spend my evening ... "Based
his bag on the table and ignoring the looks from other students, he planted a quick kiss on the lips of Sirius, before making a sign of hand to James and Peter, and disappearing in the portrait.
So he came down the hallway, he heard footsteps behind him, and when he returned, he saw him run up to the drummer. "Do I forget something?"
Sirius nodded with a smile and grabbed him by the neck to kiss him without restraint. The young warden knew he was in his interest to hurry, but the sensation of the mouth against hers gave him the impression that time stopped just for him. He began to growl, as he let himself go, memories of the morning already abounded in his head when he felt a little soft ball contact with his tongue and Sirius away from him.
"I give you mine," whispered Padfoot, short of breath. "I'll wait for you up there." And then he turned his back and pressed toward the picture, leaving Remus in the middle of the corridor, trying to chew a ballongomme used. When crushed it against his teeth, he came to distinguish the taste of gum, a little strawberry and lime, and a lot of Sirius. A few days earlier, a part of him would have found it revolting to chew the chewing gum from someone else, but at that moment, another part of him reminded him that he had already tasted much more intimate fluids belonging to the Animagus ... Sighing with contentment
in chewing his ballongomme, Remus finally decided to move. He put his fingers absently on his left wrist and let his mind wander as he headed for the dungeons. He tried to assess his feelings and realized suddenly that he was simply happy. Divinely and undeniably happy. And he could not help smiling stupidly as he advanced into the deserted corridor. The torches on the walls seemed to light up more beautiful, and the time it reaches the room Potions Remus's heart was already filled. He knocked on the door and opened it gently, a euphoric smile on his face screwed.
"Humm, Lupin, right on time. I see that Black is not with you, so I assume that the effects of the potion have already dissipated. Pity." Scoffed the cantankerous professor scornfully.
But even the fact of polish up all the pots first and second years, the Muggle way, failed to destroy his good mood. While performing his chores, he allowed himself to fantasize about Sirius, remembering the hands of the boy with black hair on his body, its taste on her tongue. Time passed quickly, and when Remus looked down, he realized, with disbelief, he had just finished the last pot.
"It looks like you've finished, Lupin," Wauldin left his desk and walked toward him, leaving the duties he was taking note. "It's just that I inspect your work to make sure you have everything cleaned properly, then you can go." Remus waited, putting aside sponges and bar soap while Wauldin went round pots, trailing a finger inside some of them. Finally, He nodded. "Remember," warned the professor as he laid his hand on the doorknob, "you always this attempt to make me twenty inches. I intend to see it on my desk first thing tomorrow initialed by both of your names, you and Black. "
Remus shook his head again and rushed out of the classroom, eager to join the Gryffindor Tower. It was only halfway there when he crossed McGonagall, but given the late hour, she stopped him with a word, raised eyebrows. He explained that he was leaving a restraint and his teacher's lips twitched as his eyes slid over her prefect badge with a hint of disappointment. In a nod, she let go and Remus rushed down the stairs, the stairs four at almost yelling the password to the Fat Lady in her haste to see the Animagus.
Once in the hall, the werewolf swept the room with a frantic look, but it was empty. He cast a glance at his watch.
It is just ten and a half hours. Where is he? He noticed that his bag was still lying in the end table and when he arrived at his height, he found two rolls of parchment sits proudly on the wooden tray. He unrolled the first and noticed that his exercises were done Botany. He rested and held out his arm toward the second roller. It was their duty to Potions that Sirius had completed most of his writing neat, well beyond the twenty-two inches already written by Remus. He unrolled the scroll to the end and noticed several sentences he had not written. As he began to read, he felt like sinking into butterbeer, alcohol seeping into his bones, warming the interior.
potion Merging, was it written,
is the coolest ever concocted potions. Hogwarts itself was built with its help shape the stones that were sealed because of it, and the publisher Obscurus Books has started to use this special potion to link its books, allowing them to grow old without ever deteriorate or fall to pieces. It's a miraculous potion so that everyone should learn how to prepare it. Fairly easy to prepare, it is very convenient, especially when combined with the human skin. The time I spent attached to another human being has transformed my life. Overwhelmed, I would say, and I would like to thank Professor Wauldin for allowing my 'union' with the boy the most fantastic and sexy and intelligent I have ever met. Honestly, merge with the object of your affection for a week is an experience that every living being should try. Smiling like a saint in arriving at the final point, Remus wrapped the parchment itself, knowing full well that Wauldin not appreciate the last paragraph. He drew in his bag, joy rushing through every vein, and when he looked up, it was to find Sirius, standing on the top step of the stairs, James' invisibility cloak carelessly thrown across his arm.
"Can I offer you a bath, the Mr. Prefect?" he asked with a smile, seductive, and Remus sank back his bag on the table, rushing to stride into the arms of the drummer.
"I keep thinking of you," he whispered in the other boy's neck, before kissing the skin he found there. "I do not care what others think, now. I do not care what Snape will tell us until the end of the year, and I do not care what Wauldin think when he read that you wrote. I just lucky to have you. "
Sirius tightened his grip." It was my luck, Moony, "he whispered." And tomorrow, I scream in the middle the Great Hall if that's what you want. "
Remus chuckled softly." No, it's not worth it. "
" Okay, I have more time to eat like that. "The Animagus moved away slightly and smiled, raising his hand to slide his thumb along the jaw of the werewolf." Aah, how are you doing to be as beautiful? "
Lupin looked up to heaven." Yes, yes. You do not need to flatter me to satisfy me, you know. "
A huge smile came proudly adorn the lips of Sirius and the young prefect thought his heart would explode with happiness.
" Now, my dear Padfoot, I think I heard you mention a bath, right? "
So the two boys crept under the invisibility cloak and crossed the portrait. Nobody had more news until the next morning.
weekend
