Temptation
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,891
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Temptation
Disclaimer: I've been a bit naughty with these two characters I think, I am sure Jo won't mind, but hey not mine! Neither are the lyrics...
Temptation
‘All I desire,
(Temptation)
Keeps Climbing higher and higher
(Temptation)
You can take it or leave it
(Temptation)
But you better believe me
(Temptation)’
Heaven 17 Temptation
The war was over, and Remus Lupin fell down on his knees, exhausted. He smiled at all the dead bodies of the Death Eaters that surrounded him and began taking the masks off. He revealed Lucius Malfoy, his wife lying next to him, holding his head, and then a few feet away, their son, his former pupil, Draco. He felt saddened at Draco’s death; he was still a child. He then overturned another Death Eater and took his mask off. Snape! Severus Snape! He had watched Snape deflect many of the spells directed at members of the Order. He picked the body of Snape up and held him close to his chest; he felt that now he had lost a friend. Snape had revealed many facts about himself that no one else knew. Only Remus knew that Snape died for the Order; he was to be an unsung hero.
He wandered all over the battlefield, picking up various dead bodies from both sides, then he saw Hermione crying over the dead body of Ronald Weasley and decided to comfort her. He sat at the other side of the boy.
“We were going to marry each other,” she sobbed as he stroked her hair.
“I know,” he replied in whispers.
“Just like you were going to marry Tonks,” she sniffed.
“I am going to marry Tonks,” he replied. “But I am sorry for your loss.”
Hermione shook her head and pointed a shaky finger to a dead body, slight and waif like. Remus was about to run to her when a dark cloaked figure picked the dead body up and Apparated away with her. Remus scowled. No one was going to deny him the right to mourn over the dead body of his fiancée. He sniffed the air where she lay and could not find a trace.
A boy staggered over to Remus, a shock of messy black hair stood starkly out against his pale, exhausted face. His beautiful young girlfriend was holding him up at least they had survived.
“Tonks is dead, Ron is dead,” Remus told the already depressed young man.
“At least Lord Voldemort has gone completely,” the young man snarled.
Remus wandered away from the battlefield completely and went to cry over the loss of his beloved.
A week passed, the celebrations were over - not that he felt like celebrating - how could he celebrate? This damn war cost him the life of his friends, and the woman he loved, and even children on the enemy side. There was nothing to celebrate. Remus felt like he lost everything, why didn’t he die?
He was just going to get dressed when a note fluttered in his bedroom.
‘If you want to see her and mourn her, come to me. Bella!’
He scrunched up the note in his hand and threw it at the wall. He did not want to go and see Bella; besides, what if it was some sort of trap? Trust her to stay alive! The murderer of his best friend!
Everyday she kept sending him notes until he got sick of them, and after a month he decided to go and visit her, just to shut her up. He knocked on the door and she opened it wearing nothing but a black silk knee length robe tied at the waist, doing everything to accentuate her figure.
“What do you want?” Remus snapped. “Where’s my Dora?”
Bella’s dark eyes glittered as she laughed and then took his warm, large hand in her own small, white hand and put it on her breast!
“Your Dora is lying in the family crypt alongside the dead bodies of Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco.”
“How come Sirius isn’t there?” He tried to withdraw his hand from her breast, but she kept it there firm, her eyes staring him down.
“I wouldn’t bury a mangy mutt along with people of class. I have hated Sirius for all my life, but that was his own fault! Poor old Nymphadora, she had to suffer the sins of her mother!”
“You didn’t care for anyone but yourself!”
Bellatrix laughed again, a deep, throaty, sexy laugh that made the man’s pulses race.
“Shows how little you know!” she exclaimed. She stepped up closer towards him and whispered. “Why don’t you come in and get to know me better?” she asked.
“What would your husband say?” Remus asked trying to get away from the predatory animal.
“Sadly, my husband disobeyed the Dark Lord and was killed by him before the war started. So you see, we’re both lonely for companionship.”
Remus looked at the luscious body being offered to him, he shook his head.
“I can’t!” he exclaimed, his throat growing dry as he felt a light flutter over his groin.
“Come on,” she said huskily. “You know you want to!”
Temptation
‘All I desire,
(Temptation)
Keeps Climbing higher and higher
(Temptation)
You can take it or leave it
(Temptation)
But you better believe me
(Temptation)’
Heaven 17 Temptation
The war was over, and Remus Lupin fell down on his knees, exhausted. He smiled at all the dead bodies of the Death Eaters that surrounded him and began taking the masks off. He revealed Lucius Malfoy, his wife lying next to him, holding his head, and then a few feet away, their son, his former pupil, Draco. He felt saddened at Draco’s death; he was still a child. He then overturned another Death Eater and took his mask off. Snape! Severus Snape! He had watched Snape deflect many of the spells directed at members of the Order. He picked the body of Snape up and held him close to his chest; he felt that now he had lost a friend. Snape had revealed many facts about himself that no one else knew. Only Remus knew that Snape died for the Order; he was to be an unsung hero.
He wandered all over the battlefield, picking up various dead bodies from both sides, then he saw Hermione crying over the dead body of Ronald Weasley and decided to comfort her. He sat at the other side of the boy.
“We were going to marry each other,” she sobbed as he stroked her hair.
“I know,” he replied in whispers.
“Just like you were going to marry Tonks,” she sniffed.
“I am going to marry Tonks,” he replied. “But I am sorry for your loss.”
Hermione shook her head and pointed a shaky finger to a dead body, slight and waif like. Remus was about to run to her when a dark cloaked figure picked the dead body up and Apparated away with her. Remus scowled. No one was going to deny him the right to mourn over the dead body of his fiancée. He sniffed the air where she lay and could not find a trace.
A boy staggered over to Remus, a shock of messy black hair stood starkly out against his pale, exhausted face. His beautiful young girlfriend was holding him up at least they had survived.
“Tonks is dead, Ron is dead,” Remus told the already depressed young man.
“At least Lord Voldemort has gone completely,” the young man snarled.
Remus wandered away from the battlefield completely and went to cry over the loss of his beloved.
A week passed, the celebrations were over - not that he felt like celebrating - how could he celebrate? This damn war cost him the life of his friends, and the woman he loved, and even children on the enemy side. There was nothing to celebrate. Remus felt like he lost everything, why didn’t he die?
He was just going to get dressed when a note fluttered in his bedroom.
‘If you want to see her and mourn her, come to me. Bella!’
He scrunched up the note in his hand and threw it at the wall. He did not want to go and see Bella; besides, what if it was some sort of trap? Trust her to stay alive! The murderer of his best friend!
Everyday she kept sending him notes until he got sick of them, and after a month he decided to go and visit her, just to shut her up. He knocked on the door and she opened it wearing nothing but a black silk knee length robe tied at the waist, doing everything to accentuate her figure.
“What do you want?” Remus snapped. “Where’s my Dora?”
Bella’s dark eyes glittered as she laughed and then took his warm, large hand in her own small, white hand and put it on her breast!
“Your Dora is lying in the family crypt alongside the dead bodies of Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco.”
“How come Sirius isn’t there?” He tried to withdraw his hand from her breast, but she kept it there firm, her eyes staring him down.
“I wouldn’t bury a mangy mutt along with people of class. I have hated Sirius for all my life, but that was his own fault! Poor old Nymphadora, she had to suffer the sins of her mother!”
“You didn’t care for anyone but yourself!”
Bellatrix laughed again, a deep, throaty, sexy laugh that made the man’s pulses race.
“Shows how little you know!” she exclaimed. She stepped up closer towards him and whispered. “Why don’t you come in and get to know me better?” she asked.
“What would your husband say?” Remus asked trying to get away from the predatory animal.
“Sadly, my husband disobeyed the Dark Lord and was killed by him before the war started. So you see, we’re both lonely for companionship.”
Remus looked at the luscious body being offered to him, he shook his head.
“I can’t!” he exclaimed, his throat growing dry as he felt a light flutter over his groin.
“Come on,” she said huskily. “You know you want to!”