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"Why Me?"	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 88152 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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With help from Lynn who works with me when it comes to flow, continuity and other issues.

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Chapter 22:

Revenge is a Wonderful Thing

Sirius was pissed, that's all there was to it. Really pissed. And this level of pissed off reached far above anything he had ever felt in his life, ever. He didn't think it was possible to get this irate, honestly, but Malfoy had managed. And he was done. Revenge was already playing out there. Now Snape was on his shitelist as well. Both of the stupid, stoned Slytherins were going to pay. As he wasn't bound by the same 'code of conduct' that the bonding held over his head with Malfoy, Snape needed to hide.
Snarling loudly as he stomped down the stairs, he then made a beeline straight for the kitchen as he knew that the stoned, stupid and stuffing himself Potions Master was in there plowing his way through more food. Oh yes, Snape was in trouble.
It had been his thought that hiding in their room would be good enough protection to hold off any attempts at anything by Malfoy after they saw the reaction from the drug smoking. Wrong answer! He didn't know what the hell the blond prat had done to negate the warding that he put up on the room, but he managed to get through it.
Sirius had gone to the bathroom. That was all. He assumed, because he had protected the room as well as he could, that poor Harry would be safe and could just relax. No chance. He came out after taking a nice leisurely crap to see the great pervert chasing Harry around the room, almost drooling. Of course, Kreacher was trailing along behind swinging the baton and even connecting, but that hadn't deterred the pervert in the least. Sirius had a sneaking suspicion that the idiot might have liked the pain. Normally, he liked the soundproof warding that was up on the loo, as it gave you privacy without letting through some of the more unsavory sounds that might come from bodily functions. This time it had been detrimental in helping poor Harry.
Pulling his wand, he tried to help. All that came from that was Malfoy trying to molest him as well. How in the hell the man had managed to get a hand down the front of his pants and fondle the goodies there he would never know, but he had! Sirius had been stunned. Then anger came. That didn't deter the pervert either. However, as poor Harry hid behind him, fully panicked, eyes wide, the pervert couldn't decide which of them he wanted to try to molest first. That gave him the opening. Sending Harry down to the kitchen with Kreacher glued to him, he had taken on the task of dealing with the pervert.
Eyes narrowed to slits, teeth grinding, he was running a myriad of tortures he planned to inflict on Snape for introducing the damned pervert to the smokable version of some kind of powerful aphrodisiac. No! Never again! If Snape wanted to smoke with the man, fine, so be it. He was locking the two in a room together. Let Malfoy molest Snape. He didn't care about that. It might teach Snape a damned lesson! Well, more of one than he was about to teach the man!
Slamming the door to the kitchen open, Sirius was snarling. Then he stopped cold, eyes wide. Oh, Harry was in there alright. He was seated at the far end of the table, a fully panicked look on his face, with Kreacher actually standing on the table in front of him, arms folded over his chest, looking more dour than normal. Even Sirius could see the shimmer from the ward around them. Eyes flitting to Snape then Draco, who was seated across from the stoned man, his mouth dropped open.
Now, honestly, he didn't feel much for Draco as the brat was bad. He knew that from plenty of things said by not only Harry, but others. This time, though, he did. The poor teen was sitting there, obviously in shock. What brought that on seemed to be the fact that Draco was now sporting a mile-high bouffant hairdo that was eye-bleeding orange. If that wasn't bad enough, he now had a case of oozing acne that was the worst Sirius had ever seen. Then there was the tight, clinging sparkly dress in a nauseating shade of neon green. It was—the color schemes—alright, there was no other way to say it but traumatizing to look at. It was as though his brain was rejecting that anyone would even consider such a color scheme. Let alone that his eyes were protesting the brightness of the colors. He—bloody hell!
Shaking his head, groaning, he asked, “Do I want to know what's going on?” He didn't, honestly, he really didn't because he wasn't sure he wanted the answer, but he felt he had to know.
“The whinging was getting on my nerves,” Snape muttered as he stuffed a cupcake in his mouth. Somewhere inside him he realized that eating this much probably wasn't the best idea in the world, but it tasted good and he would go with it. Besides, with as much as he had been drinking and not eating while he did that, he supposed his body was catching up.
“Alright,” Sirius muttered, refusing to look at the obviously traumatized Draco. He also decided, for the sake of his bleeding eyes and revolting brain, that he would undo the spells on the poor kid when he was done exacting revenge on Snape.
Shaking his head, Sirius remembered the reason he was down here then his face took on a thunderous look. “Now, look, Snape! I don't give a shite what you do or smoke. I don't even give a damn that you are eating us out of house and home. There is a new rule here, though!”
“And that is?” Severus asked smoothly, voice slightly slurred as he concentrated on getting the sweet in his mouth without wearing it.
“Lucius is not allowed to be your smoking buddy! He's bad enough of a pervert as is. He needs no help from that—whatever it is you're smoking! Harry and I refuse to have a fun run around our room again to stay out of his clutches!” Leveling his wand at the man, he was about to start throwing hexes as a way to alleviate stress and get even when he had to start shielding himself.
Now, really, with the shape Snape was in, Sirius hadn't thought he could cast spells with dead on accuracy. He was, though. Not to mention the man actually seemed faster than normal. That—he didn't know where that came from. His reflexes should have slowed down, not sped up. And Sirius honestly didn't know what some of the spells coming in his direction were, all he knew was that he didn't want to get hit with them!
“You're disturbing my calm, Black.” Snape said smoothly after throwing a myriad of hexes the man's way. He honestly didn't care if the spells hit or not, he just wanted to make a point. “Don't disturb my calm. I haven't had this since the whole nightmare started and I want to relish it!”
“And I want to be able to leave Harry in my room while I take a crap without fear of him being molested by perverts!” Sirius snarled, wand still leveled at the man. “That—whatever makes a bad situation all the worse!”
Thinking that over as he snagged a chunk of fudge and began to eat it, Snape gave a slow nod. “Understood. He can smoke with me but I'll ensure that he is locked away where you are safe.” Actually, like with Lupin and the drinking, he didn't mind a smoking buddy. The two had a great philosophical discussion about the nature of magic and the effect of it on Muggles. He had liked that. He would, though, take what Black said under advisement. After all, shows such as this disturbed the inner peace that he found he adored.
Staring at the man, Sirius wasn't sure what to do. He wanted revenge, oh yes he did! Now wasn't the time, though. No, he would wait until Snape sobered up. As he wasn't sure of all the effects of the drug, he needed to ensure that Snape not only remembered that Lucius wasn't to indulge and, if he did, Snape would handle him not getting loose, but exact revenge to where the man wouldn't forget. That time wasn't now.
Sighing, he made his way down to where Harry was seated and planted himself by his godson. Summoning a beer, he began to sip it, steadfastly refusing to look at Draco, who was whimpering softly.
Leaning against Sirius, Harry wasn't sure what to do. Even he felt sorry for Draco, but wasn't sure what spells were cast to be able to undo them. Deciding not to ponder that, he asked, “What did you do with Lucius? We don't have to worry about him for a while, do we?”
Hearing Draco start to whimper louder, knowing that would get on his nerves quickly, Sirius canceled the spells on him. Grinning, he told Harry, “Not for an hour we don't. I hope he'll have learned his lesson, too, or that the effects of the drug will have worn off by then.”
Figuring this would be good, Harry chuckled then asked, “What did you do?”
“I locked him in his 'playroom', naked, with the ferrets. I made sure that they have plenty of water and kibble, too,” Sirius told his godson, grinning bigger.
“Playroom?” Harry asked, though mentally laughing at the image of the naked Lucius dealing with the ferrets. “What playroom is that?”
Not wanting to explain to his godson about the bondage equipment in there, let alone what could only be described as torture devices, he said, cryptically, “It's a small room on the top floor. Nothing we worry about.”
Thinking that over, it then clicked what Sirius was talking about. “Oh, you mean the one with all the leather stuff in it and the strange furniture.”
Head whipping in Harry's direction, Sirius asked, “How do you know about that room?” As far as he knew, his godson didn't have the first clue about such things and no curiosity to go exploring. Oh, he had gone places alone with Kreacher protecting him, but he tended to stick close to him because of what was going on.
Shrugging, Harry told him, “Lucius tried talking me into going in there with him a couple of days ago when he showed it to me. He said he would explain all the strange stuff. I figured it was something perverted when Kreacher about beat him to death.”
Eyes narrowing, foot tapping on the floor, Sirius snarled, “Two hours, pushing three, locked in there with the psycho-ferrets!” What he didn't mention was he had the man in his own leather straightjacket so he couldn't get loose or get to his wand. Yeah, the great pervert was going to learn his lesson one way or another.
“You put the ferret kibble in there with them?” Harry asked, brow furrow.
“I made sure they had plenty of kibble,” Sirius told him with an evil grin.
“They go mental when they get only kibble,” Harry observed, scratching his head as he remembered Lucius saying that.
“I know,” Sirius told him with a sadistic chuckle, taking another sip of his beer.
Now getting it, Harry began to chuckle himself at the visions.

Keeping a close eye on Professor Snape, a very traumatized Draco began to slowly slide down the bench to where Black and Potter were seated. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on here, all he knew was that it was bad. And he quickly learned that it wasn't a good idea to annoy the professor. Apparently, the man held back while they were in school and didn't get nearly as nasty as he did when outside of it. Leaving him alone was a very good idea.
Settling down as close to the two as he could get, he listened in to their conversation. Hearing the bit about his father, he glared at the two then snapped, making sure to keep his voice down so the professor didn't get irked, “You're being mean to father!”
Glaring at the brat, Sirius hissed, “We are not! We're fed up with his antics! Since this whole nightmare started, he's driven us nuts with what he does. As we've tried everything else, including reasoning with him, drastic measures are coming into play! If he would just knock the shite off, we'd be fine.”
“This is just the way father is!” Draco huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You need to deal with it! Besides, you're all bonded. He's allowed to do what he wants!”
“First, I don't give a shite what he's normally like,” Sirius snarled, dark eyes flashing. “He's not going to act this way with us! Everything here is by choice. Period. Bond or no bond. And no one is getting forced into something they don't want to do!” Seeing the brat about to protest, he said, “Would you liked to be forced into something sexual if you don't want to or are not ready for it?”
Opening his mouth, Draco was about to say something then shut it. Thinking that over seriously, he finally muttered, “No.”
“Exactly! We don't want to be either. If he would knock his shite off and calm down then work with the situation to build trust, something that is just not there and his antics are making it hard to do, we can try to work with him. None of us wanted this and it was forced on us. I am not letting it get worse than that by being compelled into something sexual by him!” What he didn't add was Harry's lack of experience and knowledge was something that took time to deal with. He wasn't about to coerce his godson into something he wasn't ready for yet. “We might be bonded together, but that doesn't take away our free will and ability to choose. Keep that in mind.”
Nodding, looking down at the table, Draco didn't say any more. He supposed that he was just used to his father and his lovers, not to mention how he went about all of that. Now he could see the other point of view.
Pleased with that, Sirius nodded and relaxed. They were good for a couple of hours, so he didn't have to be on such high alert. Once he let Lucius loose, he would deal with the situation from there.

Polishing off the fudge, Severus pondered going to a nearby shoppette for some Doritos. He decided that took too much effort. Instead, he made a mental note to go stock up on some Muggle snacks when he was more 'with it'. Now, though, he was getting an odd—impulse.
Up until now, there hadn't been much on his end when it came to dealing with the bond between Lupin and the Dark Lord. In fact, he felt nothing. He figured the night before and pull of the full moon had affected Lupin because of the bond. At the moment, he was feeling something from it for the first time; the urge to go 'snuggle' up with Lupin. It was strange and mildly horrifying, but it was there. Lupin was sleeping, he knew that, because of what it took out of him on the full moon. He supposed that whatever happened last night after he couldn't remember aided in that. Something in him was driving him to go tend to that as it would help Lupin. Again, he didn't know how he knew that, just that he did.
Not having the wherewithal to fight the urge, he stood and began to head towards Lupin’s room. He would deal with the ramifications of it later. For now, he would just follow the instinct.

Curled up in his bed, Remus was slightly awake. It was the kind of 'awake' that you knew, somewhere in you, that you were, but you were mostly asleep and still lost in that part. This happened a lot to him in the couple of days after the full moon because of the stress on his body from the transformation. So, he knew how to deal with it. He would be sliding back to full sleep shortly, something he longed for. The residual pain was mostly gone by now, thankfully, but it always left a dull ache in his whole body. That too would fade out in the next couple of days as he slept.
Sighing softly, his mind worked over what was going on. Severus was a big part of that. He knew that soon he would also have to deal with You-Know-Who when it came to this as well. As it wasn't something pressing, he would shunt that aside until he was forced to deal with it. Severus, though, was a chunk he needed to think about.
It was strange, something he attributed to the bond of course, but there was a growing attraction there. What used to be off-putting about the man's personality he was now seeing differently and somewhat liked. The snarky attitude was something he was actually finding humorous and he worried when it wasn't showing. He supposed, if he didn't overthink the matter too much, that he was realizing that he had to put up with the man for the rest of his life so he was dealing with what was there. That was fine and he could handle it, most times anyway. At least it wasn't producing anxiety attacks! Sighing and giving a mental shake of his head as sleep pulled again, he supposed that in the next few days as he recovered he would spend time thinking about it in between naps.
Just as sleep had claimed him once more and he was sliding into the strange dreams that always seemed to come after the full moon, he was jerked awake by a body curling up to his backside. First thought skipping to Lucius, because of the way he was, he started then sat up, slightly panicked. Shaking his head and trying to focus, he looked over his shoulder. Eyes widening at seeing Severus there, he reached up to rub the grit out of his eyes, wondering if it wasn't a hallucination of some kind. When he opened them again and still saw Severus, he asked, tone completely bewildered, “What's going on, Severus? Is something wrong?”
“Nothing is amiss,” Severus told him, pressing tighter to Lupin's body. Like himself, the man was thin, so there wasn't much padding to curl up to. However, this felt wonderful. Wrapping his arms around him, he held him close, eyes sliding shut. This was good. Between the feelings produced by this and the smokeable tranquilizer, he felt that all was right with the world.
Eyes wide, Remus just looked at the man. He knew from his foray downstairs earlier what was going on, but he didn't think there was a drug out there powerful enough to make Severus 'snuggly'. That was enough to warp your mind. Shaking his head, he groaned and flopped back down. He was too tired to deal with this, that's all there was to it. When he woke again he would think it over.
Holding Lupin close, Severus thought that he had never felt this good in his entire life. There was something there, something soothing, that made him feel wonderful. Oh, sure, some probably came from the drug, he knew that, but it was more than just that. What it was he didn't know, but he liked it.
As he drifted off to sleep, somewhere in him he knew he would have to figure out a way to explain this to Lupin when the man woke, but he couldn't be arsed to care what anyone thought right now.

Sitting in his room after being let out of the straightjacket, Lucius was drinking Absinthe. This was a beverage that he didn't often indulge in, but his nerves needed something stronger than his normal drink. Shaking slightly, he gazed warily at Gred and Forge's cage. The two were in there eating.
Up until this point, he hadn't seen in them what the others in the house complained about, just thinking it was spirited behavior. Now, though, after spending what felt like an eternity in a room with the two, naked, he was beginning to realize what the others talked about. Maybe, just maybe, he needed to put his foot down with the two and make them behave. It was time that some of their antics stop. Though those were cute and funny, something he adored, it was time they learn to only indulge in certain behaviors within set parameters. No, it couldn't continue.
Taking another sip of la fée verte, he sighed then smacked himself upside the head for his earlier behavior. Whatever was in that—ciggie he shared with Severus had unleashed something. And it had made him act in a way that didn't help matters. No, that was something he wasn't going to do again. This was hard enough; he didn't need something else to make it worse.
Looking up as the door opened, he sighed when he saw Black standing there. This wasn't bound to be nice. Especially after some of his earlier antics.
Leaning against the jamb, Sirius folded his arms over his chest and glared at the man. Snarling, he said, “No more smoking that shite! We don't need an aid in the insanity, Malfoy!”
“I give you my word that I won't indulge again,” Lucius said quietly. Thinking it over as he took another sip, he added, “And my behavior while under the influence was unacceptable.”
“It was!” Sirius told him firmly. “All of this is hard enough, Malfoy, we don't need you pulling this shite! I get that the bond is there and pushing us for plenty, but we can't keep going like this. And you need to start looking at the situation in a different way. Harry isn't like you were at his age. He hadn't done shite with anyone until that first time with us. What you're trying is just embarrassing and scaring him. The more you do that, the harder you're making this on all of us.”
Sighing, Lucius told him, “I don't suppose I thought about it that way.”
“We're getting nowhere but being made mental,” Sirius sighed. “This can't continue.”
“No, it can't,” Lucius admitted.
“Just—for Merlin's sake and to keep me from losing my temper again, stop it and think of a better way to go about this,” Sirius told him, shaking his head. Seeing the man nod, he then turned and left.
Watching Black go, eyes locked on that nice arse encased in those wonderful jeans, Lucius tried to focus on what he said. After all, he was right. However, he couldn’t keep himself from envisioning seeing Black naked once more and all the delicious fantasies of what the dominant man could do to him. Oh, those were good! Hell, he had even liked it when he was forced into his playroom and bound. That was very exciting! Well, until he was left alone that was.
Shaking his head, trying to focus, he decided that he needed to figure out a plan to work with this. He could get what he wanted, he just had to figure out a way to manage it was all. To do that, the antics had to stop and he had to control himself. That's all there was to it. And he would. That he vowed.
Downing the last of his drink, he rose with a groan then went and flopped on the bed. Shutting his eyes after getting comfortable, he began to envision what could have come from the encounter in the playroom. That made him smile. Oh, it could be so much fun. Finally, he began to drift away to visions of Harry and Black dressed in leather and having him at their mercy. After the traumatizing events earlier, that was a wonderful thing to fall asleep to.
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