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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Remus_Lupin/Severus_Snape, Lily_Evans/Severus_Snape, Lily_Evans/James
      Potter, Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Lily_Evans, James_Potter, Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Threesome, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Dirty_Talk,
      Community:_severus_sighs, Marauders'_Era, First_Time
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      Published: 2012-04-02 Words: 4535
****** Snape's Cupidity ******
by Bonfoi
Summary
     cu•pid•i•ty [noun]: eager or excessive desire, especially to possess
     something...or someone.
Notes
     Originally created for the 2011 Severus_Sighs Anti-Valentine’s Prompt
     #8: Severus was going to get his Valentine ... one way or another.
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Lily was beautiful, and she was his friend, damn it! Severus watched Potter and
his cronies larking about, the scarred one—Loony Loopy Lupin—off to the side,
reading, as always.
Potter threw his head back and laughed. Black barked out his version of one,
and then Lily’s throaty chuckle drifted into the air. Severus could have lived
without the first two, but hers was effervescent, sparkling…and Severus needed
that in his life. Lily was the only bright spot in his life.
Then it happened.
Potter reached out and brought Lily’s right hand to his lips. She colored up
and Severus felt his stomach drop. She simpered as Potter kissed the back of
her hand and winked at her. Simpered! She looked up and fluttered her eyelashes
at the prat. Even Black seemed to notice something had changed as his gaze
flickered back and forth from Lily to Potter. Only Loopy Lupin seemed
oblivious, nose still stuck in his book.
When Lily stood up and stepped closer, Severus’ world tilted on its axis. He
saw Potter’s face softening and Lily’s glowing. She wasn’t just Severus’
anymore. A vicious word trembled on his lips, but he bit it back and turned
away.
A shaggy head looked up from the book it’d been bent over and stared after
Severus’ abrupt departure. He glanced at Lily, James, and Sirius and winced.
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Time passed, The Prank occurred, and Severus let the word…Mudblood!…hiss past
his lips. Lily Evans cried, still beautiful, and then fierily angry. Potter
fumed and hexed, Black hexed and hexed…and Loopy Lupin frowned and cast subtle
healing spells that Severus wouldn’t acknowledge.
Months later no one blinked when Severus appeared in the Great Hall one day,
walking creakily and guarding his ribs. The Slytherins left a space for him,
not out of kindness but out of distaste for his weakness, for being saved by a
Gryffindor from something dreadful—though how they knew was beyond anyone’s
ken.
One pair of eyes watched in sympathy. Severus met them as he gazed dazedly
around the hall, barely chewing his breakfast. He sneered and felt his spine
straighten and his shoulders square. “Damn you all, then!” he snarled under his
breath. Ignoring his injuries and his bruised pride, Severus shoveled the food
in, chewing mechanically. The Slytherins nearby scooted closer, a tacit if
subtle olive branch.
Lupin sighed and tiredly shook his shaggy head. He knew Snape’s pride would be
his saving grace even if it was often his downfall. He ignored Sirius’
apologies, James’ entreaties, Peter’s odd looks, and Lily’s questions as he ate
his breakfast.
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Severus listened from behind the garden wall as Potter expounded on his St.
Valentine’s Day plans.
“…and then a box of Honeydukes’ Chocolates, like those Muggle ones from
Belgium. You know, Padfoot, like the ones your dad gave his mistress last
year.”
“I don’t have a father anymore, but, yeah, I remember.” Black’s voice was
rough. “Wonder if Moony will ever let me talk to him again?” he asked
despondently.
“Hmm, um…yeah, I guess so. I mean, he knows Snape’s a swot and a sneaking git
and you’re not.” Potter laughed. “I know Lily thinks we did something awful to
him, and really, Sirius, you did step over the line, but Remus will come
around.” A twig snapped and sparks appeared in the air above them. They
laughed.
“I don’t know, Prongs. Moony’s all but moved out of the dorm! He doesn’t talk
to me! Me! Sirius Black! Friend of a lifetime!” Black beat his chest and
Severus smirked.
“I was going to send him something anonymous from London, you know…something he
might…yeah…that. It’s brilliant, isn’t it?” Black’s voice was thin and sounded
uncertain.
“Somehow, I don’t think you’re going to get into his bed or his pants now,
Pads. Just leave off and maybe you’ll end up with a friend again.”
Severus turned and pressed his fist to his lips, biting it. Black couldn’t have
been talking about wooing a boy…could he? He couldn’t have been talking about
being bent…could he? Thoughts spun through his head, plans blossoming fully-
formed behind his wide, dark eyes. Revenge would be his!
Severus snuck away, not noticing the other person hiding in the hedge.
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The parchment was plain, almost scrubbed thin, but it was still useable.
Severus stared at it and then at his quill. He had one thing he had to do
before he broke Sirius Black. Taking a swig from a pilfered bottle of
Firewhisky, he set quill to parchment.
The next day Potter roared as a school owl shat on his head before dropping its
letter into Lily’s hands. Black was raked by the owl’s talons as it lifted
away. It couldn’t have worked out better if he’d planned it. Severus smirked
down at his full English breakfast and tucked in with gusto.
Glancing up, Lily’s eyes sought his and he thought he saw forgiveness and hope
in them. Too bad he’d have to lose those things.
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Soon, notes began appearing with Loopy Lupin’s plates, enchanted to burn any
fingers but his. Mysterious boxes—some filled with preserved lupine flowers,
others with shrunken books on Dark Arts and Transfiguration, all just for
Lupin—were found just outside the Gryffindor Common’s Room. When questioned,
the Fat Lady couldn’t say who had left them, her lips floating away when she
tried.
Lily smiled a secret smirk and held Potter’s hand, her nose in the air every
time Black tried to cajole a smile from her. She often studied with Lupin in
the library, steering him into the corners where Severus liked to revise. It
was as if she were trying to fix something she didn’t know was badly broken.
Slowly, the three of them came to an uneasy truce, but Severus meant it to look
that way.
Soon, St. Valentine’s Day arrived with heart-shaped chocolate boxes, chubby
cupids chasing students down the halls, and blushing glances abounding. Severus
had to swallow his bile time and again, biding his time until he could achieve
his revenge.
St. Valentine’s evening, Severus put his plans in motion. “Evans,” he called
softly. “…Lily…” Lily looked up with a smile. Lupin glanced up and then back at
his Potions homework.
“Yes, Severus?”
“I wanted to give you something before Potter tears you away for the dance
that’s not supposed to be happening tonight.” Severus pushed a small box—which
looked remarkably like the ones Lupin had been receiving—across the table. Lily
reached forward and flicked it open and then gasped. Hazel eyes watched from
under shaggy bangs.
“Oh, Sev! It’s lovely.” Lily pulled a fine necklace out of the box, a small
moonstone pendant dangling from it. “Put it on me, Sev. Please?” She gave him
the necklace, turned and pulled her hair aside, baring her throat.
Severus swallowed and put the necklace around her throat, his fingertips
burning as he felt her soft skin beneath them. Then he glanced over her
shoulder and saw Lupin’s eyes glowing with an amber tinge and his pants were
suddenly too tight.
“It’s almost eight o’clock, Snape. I’m not going to the dance, but I’m going to
call it a night.” Lupin’s voice was like rough velvet, had been since Black
tried to feed Severus to him. He gathered his books and parchments, tucked them
into his satchel, and stood up.
Lupin rounded the table and put out his hand for Lily. Severus lunged forward
just as she put her hand into Lupin’s—the three of them Port-keyed away at the
combined touch.
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Severus recovered quickly and cast Incarcerous on Lily. She fell to the floor.
He reached into a pocket and pulled out a handful of asphodel powder and blew
it in Lupin’s direction, incapacitating the werewolf for crucial minutes.
They were almost in the same place Black had tried to kill Severus, only this
time, the Shrieking Shack was clean, the furniture repaired, the bed mended and
piled high with pillows and covers. It wasn’t fancy, but it was clean.
Lily tried to wriggle, but the magical ropes kept her trapped on the floor.
“Severus Snape! What are you doing?” she yelled. She was glorious!
Lupin coughed and gasped and teared-up, trying to clear the asphodel dust from
his lungs and eyes. He flailed around, dropping his wand. “Accio Lupin’s wand!”
Severus pocketed it with a smirk. “Too easy, Lupin,” he purred.
“Sev, what are you going to do?” Lily’s voice was calmer, lower, the voice of
someone trying to reason with a madman.
“I’m making Potter sweat and breaking Black’s bloody heart, Lily.
Mobilicorpus!” He levitated her onto a repaired sofa and arranged her in a
comfortable position—where she could watch what Severus had planned.
“You’re part of it, too. You’re my witness, Lily.” Severus stripped down to his
trousers, his narrow shoulders pimpling in the cool air. He waved two fingers
at the fireplace and flames burst up from the wood he’d placed there.
“Snape, why didn’t you just ask?” Lupin coughed. His eyes were reddened and his
lips were plump from biting them. He seemed unnaturally calm.
Severus laughed harshly and swung his wand in Lupin’s direction. “I didn’t
think you’d agree to anything I planned, especially not kidnapping Lily on St.
Valentine’s Day.” Severus tossed the pillows from the bed and turned the
covers, revealing much-worn, buttery-soft blue cotton sheets. “I especially
didn’t think you’d have sex with me in front of her.”
“Try me…Severus.” Severus turned around and watched Lupin shrug out of his
Gryffindor robes, leaving his tie on as he slowly stripped out of his clothes.
“Lily, you don’t mind, do you?” he asked softly.
“N-n-no…carry on,” Lily breathed out. She relaxed into her bindings and watched
as Remus’ skin was revealed, scars and all. Her breathing sped up when Remus
stood straight and tall, his Gryffindor tie not the only red thing hanging on
his body.
Severus bit his lip, suddenly finding his revenge was easier to condone.
Lupin’s body was…was scarred, belonged to a fiend, and yet…it was so much more.
“You don’t look like a monster…” he breathed out
“You don’t look like a kidnapper, but here we are.” Lupin stepped over his
clothes and closer to Severus, a very feral grin on his usually placid face.
“Now, shall we get this revenge going? I’m eager to lose my virginity, aren’t
you?”
Lupin looked over his shoulder and winked at Lily. “Still good, Lils? Any
requests?” She shook her head jerkily, her eyes staring at the jutting cock
bobbing inches away from the tip of a Gryffindor tie.
“What the hell’s going on?” Severus demanded suddenly. “You never acted like
this before.” His hands fluttered in the air, much like his heart in his chest.
“You should have asked, Severus.” Lupin stepped closer, their chests brushing,
making Severus’ breath stutter in his lungs. “I’m a werewolf. I can smell
things. I feel things quite strongly as well.” Lupin leaned forward and pressed
soft kisses along Severus’ jawline, humming as he did so.
Severus swayed and then Lup-Remus’ arms were around him, barely holding him but
still as binding as iron bands. “I-I-I…” Remus returned to Severus’ chin,
kissed it, and then leaned up and kissed Severus silent. Lily’s heavy breathing
was the only sound for several minutes.
“Time!” Lily yelled out, her eyes still round and her breasts heaving.
Severus broke the kiss, startled. Remus smirked, a wholly Slytherin action on a
not-so-typical Gryffindor face. “Did I do something wrong, Lils?” Remus asked
as he rubbed his chest against Severus’
“No…but you need to lay him down before he falls down,” she said with a nod.
“I do believe you’re right, Lils.” Lupin bent his knees and slid his hands down
and then picked Severus up in his arms. “I’m awfully strong, you see. I needed
someone strong enough for me and Lily thought that would be you. Has for
years.” He covered the distance to the bed easily while carrying Severus.
Severus crossed his arms and huffed. “What am I? A ruddy teddy bear?” He
scowled. “Put me down, Lupin! At once! This is my revenge! It’s supposed to
be—”
“Darker? More dangerous? Less soppy?” Lupin asked with a smirk. “Then how about
I tear those trousers from you and suck that throbbing cock while Lily shouts
directions? Will that darken things for you?” Severus felt strong fingers at
the back of his trousers, pulling steadily until the seam gave.
“What are you doing? Those are my good trousers!” Severus groused. Then he
stilled at the touch of calloused fingers on his arse, rubbing at the top of
the crack.
“Lily! He’s got no pants on underneath! And he’s so silky back here…” Remus
kept ripping the seam as he plunged both hands inside the torn trousers,
palming Severus’ buttocks.
“You need to show me, Remus! I can’t see anything with all that black wool in
the way.”
“Done and done!” Remus yelled over his shoulder as he closed his eyes and
suddenly Banished Severus’ trousers, socks and half-boots. “Doesn’t he look
delicious, Lily?” he asked in a breathless voice.
“Nguh!” Severus had never really felt another person’s skin other than as a
handshake or a slap. He swallowed thickly as his hands unconsciously smoothed
over Remus’ back, down his buttocks, and then back up to press him down,
increasing the pressure on his own cock. The Gryffindor tie was a silky cool
line between them.
“Oh, that’s lovely,” Lily breathed out from her bound position. Severus looked
over Remus’ shoulder, down that lovely expanse of skin and saw her cheeks were
red and she was licking her lips. “You should fuck him, Severus. I can see his
arsehole clenching from here.”
“Lily Evans!” Remus laughed into Severus’ neck. “I never knew you were so foul-
mouthed.” Severus moaned and closed his eyes as Remus rolled his hips and slid
his cock past Severus’ prick.
“She’s right, though, Severus. I’d be willing to fuck you or for you to fuck
me…” Remus pushed up on his arms and thrust down with his hips. “Willing for
you to pound into my arse until I can’t walk straight for days…or do the very
pleasurable same to you.” Remus swiveled his hips and made Severus mewl. Remus
bent closer and whispered wickedly, “Willing for you to make me come so hard
that Lily dreams of it for years…”
Severus’ head rolled from side-to-side on the pillow, his fingers bruising
Remus’ arms, his heels drumming on the mattress. “Yesss…” he hissed out. “I
want that! I want to have what Black couldn’t get!”
Remus stopped suddenly. Severus writhed for a minute before he realized the
Gryffindor was still. “What’s wrong? Why did you stop?” he whined. His cock
literally vibrated between them.
“Sirius never, ever had a chance with me, Severus. Lily has a better chance,
and I don’t like girls that way!” Remus growled. He looked deep into Severus’
eyes. “I like boys. Long, lean, snarky, intelligent, dark boys with lovely
fingers and delicate wrists and bollocks that hang heavy.” Each word was
punctuated by nipping kisses, rolling thrusts that dragged sweaty cocks
together, and rumbling growling punctuated by breathy gasps, and Lily’s excited
cheering.
“He’s right, Sev…he turned me down earlier this year,” she stage-whispered from
the sofa. “But, he’s beautiful, isn’t he, Sev? And he wants you, all of you,
all the dark parts and the parts you shared with me.” Her words encouraged
Severus and he slid a questing finger down the crack of Remus’ arse until he
could press on the quivering muscled hidden at the base.
“That’s it, Severus…push in…push that finger,” Remus muttered through his
teeth. “Fuck me with another one…” he groaned. “I don’t mind…pain…” Lupin
grunted.
Severus bit his lip, trying to concentrate on revenge, on making Lupin pay for
not keeping Black in line, for not protecting him. His cock was throbbing under
Remus’ slippery thrusts. He couldn’t hold on to the anger, only the desire…the
smooth skin over clenching muscles…the grasping hole that was tugging in yet
another finger. Severus pushed two fingers deep inside Remus, roughly, over and
over again.
“Bloody hell!” Lily breathed. “So fucking gorgeous! From here, there’s all
blushing skin and sweaty boys…” She licked her lips and seemed ready to roll
off the sofa.
“Fuck me properly, Severus Snape,” Remus begged. He clenched his buttocks, and
his arsehole, holding Severus’ hand and fingers hostage. “I want that cock I
have yet to see inside me so deep I’ll taste it when Sirius looks at me…” he
whined.
They rolled over and Remus proved his abdominals were strong as well, bridging
so that Severus could pull his fingers from his arse. A quick—and
wandless—Scourgify cleaned not only Severus’ fingers but Remus’ arse.
“Lube, silly swots!” Lily yelled. “It’s not a vagina! You need lubricant!”
“She’s right, Severus…as much as I want you plow into me…” Remus gasped out.
“Accio special pot!” Severus whispered. A small porcelain pot flew off the
shelf above the bed and landed next to Remus’ head. “I made my own,” Severus
confided. “Silky and healing and long-lasting.”
“Then use it, man, use it!” Remus encouraged. He tugged at his tie. His eyes
were getting wild, his shaggy blondish hair spread out over the pillow as he
tossed his head waiting for Severus to slather the lube on his arse. “Please…I
want to come on your cock!”
“Please hurry, Sev…please…I want to come too…” Lily whimpered a bit.
Severus grinned maniacally and almost broke the pot’s cork as he pulled it out
and tossed it aside. Two fingers—the same two that had been fluttering within
Remus’ arse earlier—plunged in and scooped out a thick cream. “Lift your arse
again, Remus,” he commanded. Remus made a bridge once more and then moaned as
those two fingers pressed inside him. He fell back to the bed with a sigh as
Severus worked them in and out.
“Enough…” Remus whispered, “Enough foreplay, Snape. Fuck me like a Slytherin.”
The fingers left Remus’ arse and slipped around his bollocks in a slippery
parting gesture. Severus dipped them once more into the cream and rolled to the
side to coat Remus’ cock first and then his own. He stared at their cocks…
“You’ll need to kneel and have Remus bend his legs and show you his arsehole,
Sev,” Lily said distinctly.
“I thought you were in the throes of coming, Evans!” Severus growled. Remus
whimpered and thrust up, seeking something, anything.
“Girls can multitask, Snape. Get on with the buggering then!” she cheerfully
shot back.
“Girls!” Severus growled as he just put his cockhead at Remus’ entrance and
leaned forward, gravity pushing him inside inexorably. “O, Merlin…your arse is
brilliant!” he moaned.
“Mmm…uh huh…fuck him, Sev! Fuck him for me…” Lily sighed behind his back.
Remus writhed under Severus, his channel rippling around Severus’ cock and then
seemingly sucking it back in as Severus slowly thrust inside. “More, Sev…more…”
“Beautiful…”
“Put your legs around my waist!”
“Argh! Bloody hell, watch the heels, Lupin! I’m not a fucking horse!” Severus
panted.
“Could’ve fooled me! That’s a mighty oak between your skinny legs, not some
Firstie’s todger!” Remus huffed back. He bent his back and rolled his hips to
make Severus curse and then drive back into his arse harder, faster.
“That’s it…that’s it…that’s it…” Lily gasped.
“Ahh…” Remus wrapped his arms around Severus and pulled him down for an
openmouthed kiss. His cock was tugged back and forth as Severus’ hips never
stopped pistoning. They both broke away when Remus exploded between them, the
creamy essence easing some of Severus’ motion.
Severus pushed his arms down and himself away and began hammering Remus’ arse,
bottom lip between his teeth, and his eyes squinting as if Remus were too
bright to look at. Lily gasped and keened behind him, the sound echoing
Severus’ open-mouthed groans, spurring him ever higher. Suddenly he plunged
deeply into Remus and fell on the other youth’s chest, gasping for air and
shaking.
Minutes passed. “Oh…that was…glorious…” Lily gasped out.
“What…she…said…” Remus breathed into Severus’ ear.
“Uh huh…good…” Severus mumbled into Remus’ shoulder.
The Shrieking Shack grew quiet as the two on the bed caught their breaths.
“Could one of you set me free?” Lily complained. “I’ve got drenched panties and
it’s not very comfortable.”
Remus began laughing, shaking Severus off his chest and to the side, still
holding him gently. “You’re a powerful witch, Lily,” Remus muttered lazily. “Do
it yourself.”
“Men! Get them laid and they ignore your needs!” she grumbled. Several minutes
went by as she muttered Finite Incantatem over and over until they heard a
thump.
“Ow! Next time you kidnap me, Severus, I hope you remember to enlarge the
sofa.”
Severus chuckled into Remus’ shoulder. “I’ll remember that, Lils.”
“Yes, I think this will break Sirius’ heart well enough.” Lily stood at the
bedside, a blanket in her hands. “You both look good like that, Sev. And you
really do have a mighty oak between your legs, and Remus’, if it hasn’t slipped
out yet.”
“I’m not having this conversation with you, Evans. Just because I’m a kidnapper
doesn’t mean I’m a pervert,” Severus muttered, blushing.
“No, it just means you’re a lovely man who’s found out fucking my other very
best friend is better than any revenge you had planned.” Lily pulled her wand
out and cast a gentle cleansing charm on the two of them and even corked the
lube pot. She threw the blanket over them and smirked.
“The best revenge is to live in spite of everyone, Sev, and be happy doing it.
Promise me you’ll do that.”
Severus nodded and then vowed, “I, Severus Snape, will live in spite of
everyone and everything, just because Lily Evans says so.” They shook hands and
a flare of bluish light played over their clasp. Remus sighed and snuggled into
Severus, one eye drifting shut.
“Go ‘way, Lils. He has to have his evil way with me again tonight.”
“Oh, you’re one of those!” Lily stepped away and then darted forward to kiss
Severus’ cheek.
“You can kidnap me any time, Severus. I’ll bet James will be frantic by now.”
Lily turned with a flip of her skirt. “Maybe I’ll let him touch my panties…you
know, to sooth his fears,” she mused as she glided away.
Remus lifted his head. “Don’t let Sirius know just yet, Lils. Severus and I
have to make plans…after he fucks me again.” His grin was wide and mischievous.
“Right, Severus?”
Looking between his childhood friend and what appeared to be his lover, Severus
blinked. “Oh, aye…I guess. Why aren’t you two in Slytherin?” he asked, bemused.
“I’d rather have a Slytherin in me, Severus, and really, can you see Lily
anywhere else but Gryffindor?” Remus turned his head and kissed Severus’
temple.
“Goodbye, Lily,” Remus said in a strong voice. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Make certain you do! Ta, Sev! Happy fucking!” she called before slamming and
warding the door.
Severus rolled onto his back and Remus pressed against his side, nibbling along
Severus’ collar bone. “What just happened, Lupin?” He played with the dampish
Gryffindor tie still around Remus’ neck.
“We turned your revenge into something you could live with, Severus. Besides, I
always wanted a good, solid St. Valentine’s gift. You taking my virginity is
definitely high on my list as something good and solid.” Remus pulled the
blanket higher.
“So, how will this break Black’s heart?” Severus asked quietly.
“He always wants what he can’t, or shouldn’t, have. I’m a person, a Dark beast
to some, probably still am to you, but he tried to use me to kill you. I’ll
never forgive him, and I’ve always wanted to see if you looked liked you
smelled, so…” his voice trailed off.
“So, in a most Slytherin manner, you used me, eh?” Severus began laughing. “Oh,
that’s rich! Here I was trying to punish everyone and I end up getting someone
to fuck and putting on a show for my best friend.”
“Oh, shut it, Snape,” Remus growled playfully. He kissed the corner of Severus’
mouth. “You aren’t the only one with scores to settle. ‘Sides, our way got you
laid, relaxed, and with an armful of willing arse for another go ‘round.”
“Yes, your permutation of my plan is acceptable,” Severus mumbled as he felt
himself falling asleep. “Got a brill’nt arse, too…”
Remus smiled to himself as Severus fell asleep. Tomorrow there’d be hexes and
cursing and punches. Tonight, there was more fucking, more Severus grinning and
sweating and pressing himself against Remus. “It’s all yours, Severus…any time
you want it…”
“All time…” Severus whispered and then fell into deep, well-deserved sleep.
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Lily found James pacing back and forth at the bottom of the Gryffindor girls’
stairs. She stopped his words with a finger against his lips and pulled him
from the Common Room and out into the hall.
“James, if you keep quiet, I’m going to show you how much I appreciate your
worrying about me. Nod if you want me to do that.”
James Potter wasn’t thick per se. He nodded.
“Good. We’re going to the Prefect’s bath then.” Lily grabbed James hand and he
docilely followed her, sniffing.
“Lily, do you smell something…interesting?” he asked.
She smirked and looked over her shoulder. “I’ll show you what’s so interesting,
Potter. Just wait a mo’.”
Sirius looked around the corner as his best mate and the only girl he’d
wanted—and never fucked—went down the hall toward the Prefect’s bath. “Bloody
hell, St. Valentine’s and everyone’s getting laid but me!” he whined. Then a
though occurred to him and he grinned. “Well, Snape’ll never get laid! Who’d
want to see him naked?”
The Fat Lady chuckled in her portrait when she heard that. Perhaps she should
tell dear Remus that her cousin the dryad in the painting over the bed in the
Shrieking Shack had only good things to say about Severus Snape’s endowments.
She spoke much better of them than of young master Black’s.
When Sirius went through her portrait, she caught his fingers between her frame
and the doorjamb, and then laughed for no apparent reason.
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