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Uncle Remus	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Warning: Still underage slash.

Dedication: Still for everyone who’s enjoying it. And for me, because I want something for my birthday.

Author’s Note: I am dead tired and in a horrible mood. I was in no mood to write, but it seems the words found me after all. At least this lifted my spirits a tad. There’s nothing like being ignored to make a person feel small. Ah well. Happy Birthday to Me. :-)

Uncle Remus
Chapter Four

I hate this feeling, when you first wake up. That groggy confused feeling. It's even worse this morning, 'cause I'm not used to waking up in bed with somebody else. And I'm *definitely* used to waking up with someone holding me tight. I panic for a second, before I remember that I had had a bad nightmare, and I'd asked Uncle Remus if I could sleep with him.

Oh, I was really hesitant to do that. I still haven't really thought about he thinks about me, I really just don't want to. Why can't I have normal things to worry about? Most kids my age are wondering if they're skin's too spotty or if they have bad body odor. I have to worry if Voldemort's going to try and kill me, and if my werewolf foster uncle thinks I'm hot. But I don't like worrying about either of those things, so I try not to. I just pretend like nothing ever happened, and everything's fine.

But I had a *really* bad dream. It wasn't exactly what happened, just the way it made me feel. And it was a normal nightmare, my scar didn't hurt or anything. I was trapped in this house, and I could hear people calling for me, but I couldn't get to them. And there was something bad in the house. It scared me something awful. I felt...cold inside. I didn't want to be alone. But I knew it might be sort of weird asking if I could sleep with Uncle Remus. But I couldn't get back to sleep. I figured if he was still up, I'd ask.

He was. So now I'm lying in bed with him, and he has his arms around my waist, and it's sort of weird but not really. I wasn't scared he was going to do anything, I know he'd never. I just didn't want to make him uncomfortable. If I do make him uncomfortable. Which I don't want to think about.

I've never really been held like this before, though. It's not like the way Ron's mum hugs me. It's looser, but it's still secure. One of his hands is on my stomach, and the other one's a little higher. He's got his palms flat against me, and his chin's resting on the top of my head. It's pretty comfortable actually. Nice and warm. I like it. There's nothing dirty about it at all. I'm half to the point where I think I imagined him saying my name. It was sort of quiet, and I wasn't paying much attention. And I've been spending most of the summer reading, and my current source of entertainment could have my imagination running wild. He could have said Kerry, or Terry or something. Or even Larry.

But there's this part of me that wants to know for sure. I think it's what they call 'morbid curiosity'. Like when the Dursley's would pass by a car accident, and say how awful and tragic it was, and the poor souls must look so ghastly, but slowing down and trying to get a good look all the while. I'd really rather *not* know if Uncle Remus likes to think about me when he's masturbating, but there's a part of me that really, really does.

I can feel him moving. He's waking up, I think. He shifts a little, rolling his shoulders or something. He sighs, and it tickles.

"Good morning." I say, noticing he doesn't let go of me, even though he's awake now.

"Morning." He sounds all stuffy and fuzzy from sleeping. And his throat is up against the back of my head, so I can kind of feel him talking.

"I didn't keep you up, did I?" I hope I didn't. I don't know if Uncle Remus has ever had anyone else sleeping in his bed. I mean, I'm sure he's had sex, that's not what I meant. There's a big difference between having sex with someone in bed, and sleeping with them.

"Mot at all." Remus squeezes me gently, and he moves, and now his cheek is pressed against the top of my head. "It was actually rather reassuring, sharing my bed with you."

"Oh good. I was afraid you'd been weirded out by me sleeping with you."

He's quiet for a few minutes, and I wonder if I said anything wrong.

"No, it was fine." Remus squeezes me again. I lean back against him. He feels...nice. I never really paid attention to the way he was built, he always wears these baggy robes so it's hard to tell. He's sort of old, so you'd figure he was, I don't know, gone soft. But he hasn't, at all. He's actually pretty firm. He fits behind me really nicely. "What were you planning on doing today?"

"Oh, just reading." I put my hands over his, hugging him back.

"I'm glad my novel collection is keeping you so entertained. Books are one of the few things I spend money on. You've read through nearly half of them, haven't you? I know you finished 'Treasure Island'. What are you onto now?"

"'Lolita'. I'm almost done with it."

"Er..." He sounds not exactly unhappy, but not happy either. "Isn't that a bit...old, for you?"

"Not really." Sure, the theme is really adult but I get it. I actually like it, even if maybe that's half the reason I think Uncle Remus has a thing for me. "I get it, and stuff."

"It's rather...sexual, though." He doesn't think I should be reading it. I never thought he'd be the type that would be into censorship.

"It's not that bad." I say. I turn over, and I look him in the eye. It's strange, looking at him from this angle. He has really pretty eyes. They're not like a human's eyes. I've noticed them before, but I've never seen them so close. They have amber flecks in them. "I mean, the whole plot has a lot to do with sex stuff, but it's not trashy or anything."

"Yes I know, I've read it." Uncle Remus licks his lips, and he's frowning.

"It's a classic." I say smiling. He just worries about me. It's actually kind of nice, having someone worried about what I'm reading.

"Yes, it is. It was revolutionary when Nabakov wrote it. It has been banned, burnt, and shunned."

"Well, I can see why." It's actually really nice, lying here just talking. "I mean, it's about a forty something year old man whose in lust with a fourteen year old girl."

"There's...er...there's more to it then just that, Harry." He's frowning again. I just sort of roll my eyes at him.

"I know. And she teases him. Almost like she's leading him on."

"Almost?" Remus smiles. "No, she most certainly was taunting him. And as you can see, she ends up in far deeper then she ever imagined."

"That happens." I yawn, blinking. "I feel bad for both of them. I mean, it really messed with Humbert's head, the way he felt about her."

"Can you blame him?"

His voice is really quiet and sort of sad, and he's looking at me in a sad sort of way too. His eyes are locked on mine, and he brushes back a piece of my hair, and his fingers sort of trail along my cheek when he does it. I can't ignore anything now. He does like me like that. No wonder he doesn't want me reading 'Lolita'. He's worried I'll figure it out. It's weird, the way he's looking at me. It's the same sort of look Ron gets sometimes, when we go into Hogsmeade. Like he's looking at something he really wants, but he knows he can't have.

"No." I shake my head. "That must be pretty weird. And....she was practically his daughter. That's got to make it even more bad."

"Yes." He nods, and his hand is still in my hair. It's sort of uncomfortable. I just don't know what to do, or how to act. I don't move, and I don't look away.

"Um...Uncle Remus?"

"Hmmm?" He's not really paying attention to what I'm saying. I clear my throat. This is really weird. Not exactly *bad*, just really weird.

"Is everything okay? You're...um...you keep touching me and looking at me weird."

"Oh! God, I'm so sorry..." He takes his hand away like he was hurt, really snatching it back and moving away. This is awful! I'm weirded out because he likes me in a dating way, and he's wierded out about it too, so we're both just weird around each other. We're probably going to have to talk about it.

"It's okay." It's actually not, but I'm not going to tell him that.

"I...er...I'll start breakfast." He gets out of bed quickly. I watch him, and now I can tell that he's built nice. His shirt sort of hangs off of one shoulder, and he looks like he works out a little. His sweatpants sort of cling, too. Why am I staring at his rear end? Because it's just more proof that yes, he's built good. Really good. I'm surprised he doesn't have anybody.

It's probably because he's a werewolf. That's not right. He's an amazing person! He's one of the kindest people I know, and he's smart and nice and really calm, and I guess he's good looking, I really don't know if I can say that sort of thing yet.

"Okay." I nod, watching him hurry out the door. Things can't keep going like this. Something has to happen, or it's going to get worse. And I'm pretty sure, he's not going to be the one who starts the discussion. Which means that, like everything else, is up to me.

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