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The Raven's Song	By : Quills Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Remus Lupin was standing next to the bare-chested Sirius, his eyebrows raised so high they near reached his greying hairline as he looked over the kitchen. The open bottle of Firewhiskey still sat on the side and the trail of discarded clothing around the table betrayed Lyra and Sirius, even if their state of undress did not.

With a soft groan, she clutched the sheet more tightly to her chest as Sirius held out his hand to beckon her towards him. Grateful for the protection he offered, she darted towards him and leaned against his shoulder as he turned towards his friend. “No point in denying this now Remus, is there?”

“I don’t think so, Sirius.” Remus walked away from the two of them, his brow furrowed as he glanced back at them before coming to a halt next to the pile of clothes Lyra had stripped away over the course of the game. He bent down and picked up her wand from where it lay protruding from her robes before tossing it across the room to her, his face impassive. “I’ll give you two a minute to sort yourselves out, shall I?”

Unable to meet his eyes, she caught the wand then dropped her gaze as Sirius jerked his head in agreement. “If you would, I think we’d appreciate it. I’ll give you a shout when we’re ready – I think you’re going to want to hear an explanation, aren’t you?”

“Sirius, your personal life is your own business; but both of you have to see that this is going to affect the Order. Yes, we do need to talk about it.”

Lyra clutched tightly onto her wand and moved in closer to Sirius as his arm slipped around her waist before he nodded again. “Alright, Remus, I’ll listen to what you have to say – when Lyra and I are dressed.”

A hint of a smile finally pulled back the corners of Remus’s lips, making the faint wrinkles he wore upon his tired face more prominent than before. “You can’t say fairer than that, old friend. I’ll wait in the parlour, then.”

He closed the door firmly behind him and Sirius exhaled, his eyes darkening as he backed Lyra up against the wall and took hold of her waist. “Remarkable timing, my little witch, I must say.”

A shiver of desperate desire shot through her as she looked up at him through her still lowered eyelashes. Before she could even make the smallest of protests, he had wrenched away the sheet that was covering her to leave her exposed to the consuming hunger in his gaze. “Sirius –“

He silenced her by slamming his lips down onto hers, his kiss full of a ferocious and reckless lust that Lyra knew all too well, for it was the perfect mirror of all she felt. As he pulled her hips up into his and forced one hand between their bodies to caress her breasts, she surrendered herself to the inevitable and clung to him tightly as the kiss deepened further. She thought for one wild and glorious moment that he intended to take her again where they stood, but with an agonised groan he abruptly broke away and shook his head.

“We mustn’t,” Sirius muttered roughly, running his hands through his hair even as his eyes hardened and raked over her body. “Sweetheart, get dressed before I Apparate you back upstairs and damn everything else.”

She nodded breathlessly, seeing the sense of his command even though her body already craved him again with an intensity that she could not comprehend. Lyra dared not look up at him, afraid that the compulsion to return to his arms would overcome her; instead, she stared fixedly at the floor as she picked up her bra and then skirted around the table towards the rest of her clothes.

She knew that he was still staring at her with the same hunger in his eyes that she felt for him, but if she looked back at him while still undressed she would be lost to him. With the greatest of efforts, she pulled on her underwear and dress before finally chancing a swift glance back at him.

Though he had tugged on his trousers and shirt, he was leaning against the wall with his eyes fixed firmly upon her still. A shiver ran down her spine and forced a soft sigh from her mouth when he held a hand out towards her.

“Why the sigh, sweetheart?”

Lyra bit her lip. She pointed her wand at her dress to mend the tear that Malfoy had made in it before picking up her robe and moving back towards Sirius as if compelled. “I just really hoped we could keep this quiet for a bit, Sirius. This all feels far too precious to let anything – or anyone – intrude just yet.”

The hard glint to his steely eyes receded as he wrapped her robe around her and buttoned it up, his fingers lingering against the curve of her breasts far longer than was strictly necessary. “Mmm,” he said softly as his arm slipped around her waist to draw her near again. “Living as we do though, Lyra, I don’t think this was ever going to be easy to keep quiet. At least it’s only Remus who caught us out. Imagine if it had been Snape instead.”

Sirius lifted one eyebrow and smiled when she blushed hotly, for the idea of her grim and intimidating former professor interrupting them in flagrante was a deeply mortifying one. Lyra waved her wand at the kettle to bring it to the boil before replying, fighting to control herself as she did so. “You’re right, Sirius, I know you are, but still...”

He delivered a gentle kiss to her forehead before breaking away from her and setting three cups in front of the now merrily boiling kettle. Her head was spinning, so she sank into a chair at the table and mutely watched Sirius fill and levitate three cups of steaming coffee to the table before sticking his head into the corridor. “Remus? Ready when you are.”

Sirius took the seat next to Lyra and sought out her hand with his as Remus walked back in wearing an apologetic smile and a furrow between his heavy brows. “Sirius, I am so sorry for barging in, but I was afraid that something was wrong when I knocked and there was no answer.”

Sirius waved away the apology. “Understandable, Remus. I probably would have done the same in your situation – this isn’t my home, after all, but rather our headquarters.”

“Indeed. Well, I confess myself very grateful that you graduated from Hogwarts the year before I began teaching there, Lyra.” Remus ran his hands through his hair and rolled his eyes ruefully as he took a seat at the table. “I think that being your teacher would have been the only thing that could have made this more awkward.”

She smiled tightly as Sirius snorted under his breath. “A fair point, Remus. I’m sorry –“

“Oh, don’t apologise! Look, you’re both adults.” Remus glanced pointedly towards the still open bottle on the counter. “If it was just a one off after a little too much Firewhiskey –“

“No.”

Gratified by Sirius’s grim assertion, Lyra moved her chair closer to his and took a deep gulp of coffee in a futile attempt to calm the wild leap her stomach was making.

Remus tilted his head and stared at Sirius intently. “No?”

“No. I have no intention for last night to be a one-off, Remus, and Lyra feels the same way.”

“I do,” she said quickly. “Even though I only came here last night to get away from Lucius Malfoy –“

“Malfoy? What has he got to do with this?” Remus interrupted sharply.

Sirius grimaced as Lyra lowered her gaze, unable to put voice to all that had happened the previous night. “He wants her, Remus,” he finally ground out, a fierce jealousy in every syllable he spoke. “He was lying in wait for her last night when she finished guard duty and tried to force himself on her. It’s why she came here; he heard her say the name of her home when she was Flooing out, so we were both convinced that he would have followed her there.”

“Oh, undoubtedly.” Remus chewed on his lip as he leaned forwards anxiously. “Lyra, he did not hurt you at all, I hope?”

To her frustration, hot tears were stinging at her eyes. “Nothing lasting. I’m more concerned that he’s going to try it on again.”

“And I won’t be able to do a thing to stop him,” Sirius finished bitterly.

“He will have to be careful – he cannot do anything openly, you realise. His position in society is a valuable one to Voldemort, and he will not be allowed to do anything to jeopardise it. Provided that you are not alone with him at any point, Lyra, you should be safe.”

“But he knows she’s part of the Order now, Remus. There’s going to be plenty of times when she’s out on her own. Hell, if I could I’d keep her in the house with me all the time, but Dumbledore needs her to do far more. But in doing that, she’s going to be vulnerable.”

“Hey, I’m not going to let him make me run scared of him!” Lyra said hotly, slamming her cup down on the table and tossing her hair back out of her face. “Malfoy isn’t going to stop me from doing what I want – and if he tries, well, now I’m ready for him. If he comes within six feet of me again I’ll gladly blast him with every hex and jinx I know.”

The two men laughed loudly and Lyra let the tension drain away from her body as Sirius leaned across to kiss her again. “I don’t doubt it for a moment, sweetheart,” he assured her. “But you must understand why it is that I’m so worried about you.”

She looked into his grey eyes as his laughter died away, and the weight of all she saw there threatened to steal her breath afresh. With a great effort, she simply nodded and took his hand again as he turned back towards Remus, shaking his head to clear it as he did so.

“Look, Remus...I know all that went on with Malfoy we can’t keep quiet, but I think Lyra and I would prefer it if we kept the rest to ourselves for now.”

Lyra hastily nodded in agreement as Sirius squeezed her hand beneath the table. “Yes,” she said, her voice low and strained. “It’s early days and I don’t want everyone looking at us and asking questions. We’ve got more than enough to deal with for now without that pressure as well. I just want to find out what this is and where it’s going to go without anyone else getting involved.”

“Exactly.”

Remus stared at them intently. “This really is more than just a bit of fun, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

After far too long, the werewolf slowly nodded and sat back in his chair. “Okay. I’ll keep your secret for now, but if it affects the Order in any way, you have to understand that everyone else will have to be told.”

Lyra and Sirius exhaled in unison. She finished the last dregs of the coffee and then spoke up again. “Remus, if that’s settled, would you mind coming back to the cottage with me now just in case? I need to get changed and pick up a few papers before work.”

“It would be my pleasure to help, Lyra.”

Sirius leaned forwards and touched her face to draw her attention back to him. “But what about your breakfast, sweetheart? You definitely need a good meal after last night.”

Their eyes locked and she shuddered as the memories of the night before threatened to overcome all of her hard-won self-control. “I know...I’ll get something at the Ministry, it’s fine.”

“So long as you do.” He leaned in closer, his next words for her alone. “I’ll be waiting for you to come back, Lyra – and you’ll definitely need your energy for what I have planned for you.”

Only Remus’s watchful presence held her back from putting voice to all the sensations his lascivious words had sent coursing through her. Lyra allowed her darkened eyes to speak for her as she slipped out of her chair and rose to her feet.

“You’re ready to leave then, Lyra?”

She nodded and Remus leapt up to follow her towards the fireplace. Before she had taken more than two steps, though, Sirius had caught hold of her and pulled her to a halt. Her face contorted as suddenly, the thought of leaving him for even the few hours she would be gone seemed harder than anything before. “I’ll come straight back after I finish work tonight, Sirius,” she said anxiously. “I promise.”

He drew her into his arms and pushed her loose hair back to whisper fiercely into her ear. “You swear it?”

“I swear.” Lyra stretched up to the fullness of her height to offer up a kiss. Without missing even a beat he claimed it, his tongue thrusting instantly between her parted lips and conveying the full strength of his passion for her before he broke away with a reddened face and ran a hand through his hair.

“Until this evening, Lyra?” Sirius said hoarsely.

“Until this evening,” she echoed, shaking her dazed head to clear it as he cupped her face in the palm of his hand and sighed heavily before striding out of the room.

Remus had been watching silently, but now he came forwards and picked up a pinch of Floo powder. “After you then, Lyra,” he said with a reassuring smile.

Her mind was consumed by Sirius, but she managed to regain enough composure to call out the name of their destination as Remus threw the powder into the flames he conjured up. They stepped in together with their wands outstretched in readiness, but the cottage seemed to be precisely as she had left it.

Remus pressed a finger against his lips as they cautiously advanced into the small, sparsely furnished kitchen. Lyra’s heart was racing, but however intently she looked, nothing about the familiar room was any different to when she had seen it last.

“Homenum revelio,” she muttered, then lowered her wand when nothing happened.

“All clear?” Remus said softly.

“Apparently. Nothing seems to be out of place,” she said slowly. “I might just pop upstairs and change my robes before Flooing into the Ministry. An hour extra at work wouldn’t do any harm so long as I stay in the office.”

“That seems a sensible plan, Lyra. I think I’ll stay here until you leave, though – I fear Sirius would have my head if I did otherwise.”

She laughed, a heavy weight lifting from her shoulders as she did so. “Quite possibly, Remus, and I wouldn’t have you risk your life on my behalf. Help yourself to a drink if you want one, but I won’t be more than a few minutes.”

As Lyra left the room and turned onto the narrow staircase, she allowed memories of Sirius and the night they had shared to flood her mind once more. Though she had fought against it, now that the inevitable had happened she knew she was powerless to fight all that must surely follow. Her body and mind both craved him with a ferocity that could not be suppressed.

A small, secretive smile played upon her lips as she wandered into the bedroom before it abruptly slid away as she cried out in shock. A piece of parchment rested on her pillow that had not been there the last time she had been in the room.
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