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Jaded	By : Lilyyuri Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Remus Views: 18219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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For Summery, warnings, spoilers and disclaimers see chapter one.
A/N: I know you�ve all been anticipating the birthday chapter but the thing is, I wrote this before I notice that Harry and Draco weren�t talking, and I had to go back and make things right, so this chapter was shoved down a bit, and that�s why you�re getting it now- it�s pretty much pure fluff�

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Chapter Eighteen: Love as red as flame
(Title from �A woman left lonely�, by Janis Joplin, Album �Pearl�)

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February arrived all breezing and freezing bringing everyone's spirits down. The passing of the shortest month of the year brought with it a new development in the relationship of Harry and Remus, when the werewolf tentatively asked if Jaime could be there for him when the full moon went down. That Thursday night, the 23ed of February was one of the coldest ones remembered on the Scottish highlands, or so the reports said.

Harry could definitely see their point, standing in the dead of night next to the Whomping Willow, wrapped up in his cloak, scarf, mittens and hat under his invisibility cloak and still shivering like mad, waiting for the moon to finally set. He was early, and he knew it but he didn't really care at the moment. He watched the moon sailing through the night sky, already nearly touching the horizon but to Harry it seemed like hours until the pale orb would set completely. The branches of the Willow were swaying softly in the still air, as if the giant tree was dancing, an eerie, creaking dance that made Harry gulp.

The minutes ticked off, the moon lowering, at half mast already and Harry started to bounce on the balls of his feet, desperately wanting to reach out and force the moon down with his hands. He never hated the moon as much as he did now, the stupid satellite that was separating him from his lover. Not wanting to waste any unnecessary second Harry already had a large branch in his hand, waiting for the moment he could press the knob at the base of the tree trunk.

The marauders were not there tonight, as per Remus' request, but they didn't care too much as it was far too cold to wonder outside, fur clad or not. Harry was the only fool staying outside in the middle of the night, waiting for the bloody moon to set! He contemplated going to see Hagrid, the dark-golden light spilling from his windows looked so inviting and promised warmth and hot tea (and probably a rock cake or two but right now Harry was willing to endure them as long as it meant he could sit next to the merry fire while pretending to eat them), but even though he knew Hagrid would be pleased to see him no matter what the hour was (or year, since the seventies version of Hagrid was just as friendly as Harry remembered, albeit slightly thinner and more hairy), it was still very rude of him to wake the half-giant up for a cuppa at three a.m.

Harry watched the moon again; three-quarters lodged into the ground already and gritted his teeth. Inch by torturing inch the moon disappeared behind the dark horizon until only a the thin pick of its crown showed and a moment later that was gone as well,

"About bloody time!" Harry scoffed and shook his frozen limbs into action, balancing the pole in his hand to press against the gnarly knob of wood. The tree above him froze solid, looking just as innocent as any other tree in the vicinity, and Harry quickly slipped into the little opening at the base of the trunk. He made his way through the tunnel as swiftly as his cold-aching limbs would allow feeling rather strange as he hadn't made this journey since he was in third year.
He carefully pushed the trap door, trying to remember the layout of the shack; now that the light of the moon was gone the place was so dark he couldn't see where he was going. Harry cast a soft 'Lumos' trying to keep the light at bare minimum, since the place was so eerily quiet it felt wrong to turn on his light full force. He tried to step as lightly as possible though every step made the floorboards creak and his heart launch to his mouth.

When he finally made it upstairs, feeling exhausted as if he's flown for three days straight he pushed the old rickety door and peered inside. Unlike in his days of Hogwarts the place wasn't as ran down and dusty as it had been, it wasn't the Ritz of course but the big bed in the middle of the room and the sofa next to the hearth were still rather untouched and the room was dust free. Harry looked on the bed, where Remus was lying fast asleep, his face pale and pained looking, making Harry's heart cringe. Remus looked so young against the white sheets, so vulnerable.

Harry quickly made his way to the bed and shed his cloaks and other winter gear, climbing into the bed in his pyjamas. He snuggled to Remus' body, feeling the other teen shivering slightly, whether from his transformation's aftershocks or the cold Harry couldn't tell. Remus stirred a little rubbing his face on Harry's chest, slowly coming to,

"You came�" He whispered hoarsely, and Harry smiled softly,

"Of course I did." Harry kissed the top of Remus' head gently, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Even though Remus was gone back to sleep as soon as he found a comfortable position for his head Harry didn't care. Tonight was special, because not once in his seven years at this school did Remus let anyone see him right after his transformation, at his most vulnerable and fragile state. And Harry knew that and he was proud, damn near bursting with pride at the privilege he's been given. It didn't matter anymore if he never got to hear the words, the feeling was there and that was what Harry wanted, to know that Remus loved him just as much as he loved him and by allowing Harry to come tonight, asking him to come spoke volumes of how Remus felt.

Now that he was warm and comfortable and that he knew first handed that Remus was alright Harry let himself succumb to sleep, the slow rising and falling of his mate's chest lulling him into peaceful slumber.
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Remus' eyes fluttered open, the soft rays of the dawning sun casting slanted shadows over the white sheets. Never in all his years as a werewolf has he woken feeling so� good after a full moon. His body was still sore, muscles still protesting at every move, but his heart was light and his head was clear and that was all thanks to Jaime.

Remus turned his head to look at his beautiful lover, sleeping peacefully by his side. He was glad he asked Jaime to come here tonight. Actually he's been contemplating asking Jaime for a while now, but he didn�t think he was ready, but now, now he was. Now he wanted it, with everything that was him and his.

Remus propped his head on his hand, just looking, it always amazed him just how beautiful Jaime was. The features were far too delicate to be manly handsome but that was what made Jaime all the more desirable. His lips were full and begging to be kissed, his nose straight and strong yet small enough to be unobtrusive, and his eyes, whenever they were open were the most amazing part of Jaime, bright and clear and full of life, even behind those silly glasses he wore. Their colour was greenish-blue, and they seemed to change their hue with his emotions- bluer when he was upset and sad and greener when he was happy. Remus would do anything to see those eyes turn leaf-green to rival Lily's.

He ran a soft finger over the prominent cheekbone and Harry stirred softly, trying to avoid the touch, and Remus smiled. He leaned forward and brushed his lips on Harry�s cheek, feeling the other boy slowly waking up.

Harry didn�t really want to open his eyes, to acknowledge the world because that meant that he would have to leave soon. He was suppose to be out of the Shrieking Shack by the time Madame Pomfrey came to collect Remus so that he would not create unwanted problems. He sighed softly when he felt Remus� lips and fingers on his face, wanting nothing more to sink into the touch while wishing the other would stop so that he could sleep some more and forget about time.

�Mornin�.� Harry mumbled and blinked at the light. Remus smiled bright and stretched carefully, pulling Harry�s thigh in between his legs,

�Mornin� yourself, how did you sleep?�

�Isn�t that suppose to be my question to you?� Harry turned to his side, cupping Remus� face and brushing his thumb against the high cheekbone. Remus shrugged,

�I�m ok,� He said curtly, not quite intending to open up the subject. �But I might be even better�� He purred suggestively, but Harry interrupted him with a finger on his lips,

�No, you won�t. I�m not going to be responsible for you feeling even worse this morning.� He said in a tone of finality and Remus pouted,

�I bet I could� rise to the occasion��

�I bet you could. I�m not going to test it.� Harry rolled to his back and crossed his arms to indicate the subject was closed. Remus stuck his tongue out on him before rolling to his back as well, after a long moment of silence Harry sighed and sat up in the bed, �I guess I should get going, Madame Pomfrey would probably be here any second�� He said sadly,

�No, she won�t be here for at least two more hours, she�s not an early riser.� Remus stretched carefully and closed his eyes, smiling slightly when he felt Harry snuggling by his side again.

�Good.� Harry murmured and burrowed under the covers again, seeking to regain the warmth that sipped away when he sat up.

�So� tell me a little about yourself.� Harry turned his head to look at his boyfriend, raising his eyebrows, �What? You said we can�t shag�� Remus shrugged defensively, �Besides, Peter asked me the other day whether you�re a pure-blood or not and I didn�t know what to tell him.�

�I�m not pure-blood. Does it bother you?� Remus shook his head, �My dad�s a pure-blood but my mum�s a muggle-born.�

�Like Lily?� Harry tried to hide his smile,

�Yup, exactly like Lily.�

�So, what kind of kid were you, where did you grow up, what was it like?� Harry bit his lip with frustration, unable to answer any of these questions, but at lost as to how to get himself out of the sticky situation without sounding like he was withholding information,

�Why don�t you tell me how you got bitten?� He said at last with a sly smile. Remus opened his mouth to protest and snapped it shot,

�Fine, I get it. No more talking.� He looked at the ceiling, tapping his finger against the covers, �What the hell are we going to do for two hours if we can�t talk and we can�t shag?� Harry chuckled and turned to his side,

�Roll over and face me.� He said and Remus complied, curious to see what they were about to do. �Follow my lead.� Harry smiled and slipped his hand into Remus� pyjamas, fingers closing on warm flesh. Remus wriggled a little to get more comfortable and copied Harry�s movement, grabbing the other teen�s twitching cock. Slowly they slid their hands, up and down each other�s shafts, teasing from the sensitive head to the hair-covered base. Remus leaned forward and captured Harry�s lips in a hungry kiss, feeling his muscles protesting slightly but completely unwilling to stop the pleasure he was receiving.

It wasn�t the best hand-job in the history of hand-jobs for either of them, it was an awkward angle that pretty much guaranteed sore wrists when all was over but neither of them cared about it right now, because it was far too good to stop. Harry could feel the climax building slowly in his gut, spiralling and making his head light. He buried his head in Remus� shoulder, biting the flesh without realizing he was doing so and came all over his lover�s hand. Remus� felt his orgasm being pulled from him by the combination of sudden pain to his shoulder and the hand around his cock tightening, he tossed his head back and bit his lip hard, emptying himself blissfully.

The two lay together panting for a while, trying to over come the rush of blood in their veins. After a while Harry cast a cleaning charm on them both and tucked them back into their pyjamas. Now more than before he was ready for a good cuddle, and so he spelled his wand to wake him up in an hour or so. By the time he finished arranging everything Remus was already fast asleep again. Harry smiled at his sleeping beauty and copied him.

A nagging vibration near his ear was nearly driving him mad and Harry turned and clamped his hand over the intruding object, groggily opening his eyes to find it was his wand that was causing so much trouble. It took Harry a moment or two to realize he was not in his bed or Remus� bed in the Gryffindor tower but in the Shrieking Shack and another minute to register that it was he himself who set his wand to vibrate so that he could clear off before Madame Pomfrey showed up.

Harry glanced to his side, making sure that Remus was still asleep and regretfully slid out of the warm bed. He quickly collected his belongings donning the winter gear on and finally wrapped himself with the invisibility cloak. He knew that he should be leaving now, going back to the tower so that no one would know that he�d spent half the night out of his dorm but he didn�t have the heart to leave Remus until he knew the other boy was alright, so Harry perched himself on the dingy sofa on the other side of the room to wait.

He must have dozed off because suddenly a loud bang made him jump up and he discovered that his invisibility cloak had slipped off his shoulders. Harry quickly adjusted the shimmering fabric and not a moment too soon because the next minute the matron stepped in, wrapped in a heavy winter cloak and rubbing her gloved hands together briskly. Harry watched as she first cast several spells on the sleeping werewolf, humming to clicking her tongue, before she gingerly sat on the edge of the bed, cooing softly,

�Remus, wake up dear.� Remus turned slowly and rubbed his fist over his eyes, yawning wide before he opened his eyes. He looked disoriented and so damn sweet that Harry nearly went over to kiss him. He knew that Remus would be quite surprised to find the bed empty and the matron above him but he didn�t really have the heart to wake him just to say he was going to await Madame Pomfrey on the sofa.

�Wassgoinon?� Remus muttered, feeling the aches and sores settling back in, now that there was no Jaime around to distract him, plus a new little pang of disappointment that Jaime hasn�t even bothered to tell him goodbye.

�Let�s go back to the infirmary dear, it�s much warmer and cosier there.� The old matron said kindly and Remus nodded, having to go through the ordeal each and every full moon for the last seven years. He rose slowly, joints and muscles protesting at each move and put on his jacket, shivering slightly now that he was no longer under the warm blankets. Madame Pomfrey wrapped a warm and light blanket around his shoulders and led the way to the door, with Remus drudging behind her.

Harry slipped silently from the sofa and padded softly after the two. He was glad that Madame Pomfrey decided to let Remus walk on his own since it meant that Harry could slid behind him and grab his hand from under the cloak. Remus� heart gave a little squeeze of fear and surprise when cool fingers interlaced with his own, but a second later he squeezed them back, a slow smile spreading over his face- it had been a good moon after all.
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