Ival Pythonica

A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, any of its characters, etc. They are all the property of J.K. Rowling. For no profit of any kind, I am simply borrowing her characters for a short while. Only the Original Character of Megan Malfoy is my own, though her last name is borrowed from J.K. Rowling.

Megan stopped stroking Snape’s hair and glanced down at her hourglass necklace. The sand was quickly filtering down into the bottom half. Megan guessed she had about a half an hour and should start getting ready for her day with Lupin. She quietly slipped out of the bed, untangling herself from Snape’s arms and headed for the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, Megan used her wand to light the candles and drew a bath, throwing in some lilac salts. After the tub filled, Megan slipped slowly down into the hot water. With a sigh Megan grabbed a green wash cloth and some of her lilac body wash, lathering up the cloth. Megan washed her skin softly and carefully, her body still sore from the night’s activities.

After rinsing off and drying off, Megan wrapped the towel around herself. Wiping the steam off the mirror, Megan leaned on the counter and starred at herself. The dark circles around her eyes were the same, her skin was still pasty, but her cheeks had a sprinkling of color. She sighed and began to run a brush through her long hair. Using her wand, she smoothed and dried her hair, now it hung in soft and straight. Megan looked around the bathroom and found her make-up case.
She carefully applied a touch of blue eye shadow, water-proof mascara, a flick of blush and a little coating of pale pink lipstick. One more cursory glance, Megan walked out of the bathroom, padding as soft as she could toward the armoire.

“Where in the hell did he put my clothes?” Megan cursed under her breath.

“Third drawer down.” A voice responded, sounding gruff.

Megan jumped and clutched her chest to stop her heart from jumping out of it.

Snape was sitting up on the edge of the bed, a cup of tea in his hand. He looked tired and a little bedraggled.

“Good morning, my love. I did not mean to startle you. I heard the bathtub running and assumed you were getting ready to go. I made you a cup of tea.”

Snape walked over and gave Megan the cup. Megan leaned up to give him a kiss, but Snape backed away.

“What’s the matter, Severus?” Megan was hurt at his refusal.

“You need to get dressed and be off. You cannot be late to Lupin’s room and I have things to do today.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t stop for a kiss.” Megan muttered.

Snape ignored her and walked into the bathroom, closing the door.

Megan sighed and opened the bottom drawer of the armoire, taking out a pair of black jeans, black underwear, a red bra and a red sweater. She dressed quickly, grabbing a golden ribbon from the drawer to tie her hair into the Malfoy signature ponytail at the nape of the neck. Her father and she both had a habit of wearing their long, long blonde hair that way.

Megan grabbed her shoulder bag and placed inside: her dragonhide gloves, a scarf, an extra hair ribbon, and a change of clothes. She realized any other toiletries were probably already at Lupin’s rooms, so she tossed in her wand and makeup. Setting the bag down on the bed, Megan felt her necklace vibrate and knew she had to be leaving now to get to Lupin’s room by sunrise. She walked over and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Severus? I have to go. Are you going to come out and say goodbye?”

There was silence for a moment and then Snape emerged, towel around his waist. He grabbed Megan by the shoulders and clamped his lips down on hers harshly. He held her that way for a moment then released her, causing Megan to stumble backward.

“What kind of kiss was that?” Megan wiped her mouth and scowled.

“It was a kiss goodbye. Have fun with the mongrel.” With not even a backward glance, Snape slammed the bathroom door.

Tears began to well up in Megan’s eyes as she starred at the door. She felt the necklace vibrate stronger and turned, grabbing her bag to head out the door.

“It’s a good thing I wore water-proof mascara.” Megan whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Megan pulled out her wand, opened the gateway to the foyer and walked through it. She reached the door, waited for a precious second, hoping Snape would come running to apologize. There was only silence. So, Megan slammed the door and stormed down the hallway, crying.

Megan made her way through the castle, arriving at Lupin’s classroom. She walked through and over to the door underneath the stairs. Taking a deep breath and wiping the tears off her cheeks, she knocked.

The door opened and Remus Lupin leaned against the door frame, half asleep, hair tousled and eyes blurry. He smiled at Megan and then stopped, seeing her tear stained face. His expression immediately became angry.

“What did he do to you?” Lupin demanded.

“He’s angry with me because I have to be here with you.” Megan sniffed.

“Why in the world would he be angry with you? You’re only doing what is required. I am positive your choice is not to be
here, at least not for the reasons you are.” Lupin grunted in anger.

“Please, don’t be angry. I cannot take anymore anger this morning.” Megan was on the verge of tears again.

“Oh, I am not angry! Not angry at you, at least. Now where were we? Let’s start over.”

Lupin closed the door and then opened it again. He opened his arms to Megan, who stepped forward, dropped her bag and stepped into the circle of his arms. He hugged her tight and kissed the top of her head. Megan closed her eyes and tried to relax. It was okay to be hugged by Lupin; it wasn’t the same as Severus, but okay.

Lupin pulled back and held her by the upper arms. He looked her up and down, grinning.

“A Slytherin wearing red and gold, I never thought I would see the day a Malfoy wore Gryffindor colors!”

“I know. My father would cringe and holler if he saw me in these colors!” Megan laughed.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Megan. May I give you a kiss?” Lupin asked.

“Of course you can, you’re supposed to at every greeting. Remember?” Megan tilted her chin up.

Lupin leaned down and brushed his lips over hers very softly, almost chastely.

“That was nice.” Lupin tried to smile.

“Yes, it was nice.” Megan blushed and bit her bottom lip.

Lupin sensed Megan’s reaction and sighed. He gestured for her to come inside.

“I suggest we have some breakfast and talk about some issues before we start our day together. There is a lot of damage that could be done if we aren’t careful here. While I call the house elves for breakfast and clean up, why don’t you have a look around. It’s small but its home. I am sure it won’t live up to the standards you’re used to.” Lupin shrugged.

“I am sure it will be fine.”

Megan picked up her bag and set it next to a set of old armchairs by the fire. The carpet was red, the chairs a faded gold with red embroidery. There was an old oak table with a few scratches on the top and the corners were rounded from wear. The fireplace was simple brick jutting out from the wall a little and it had a roaring fire going. On the wall by the door was a large liquor cabinet with a myriad of colorful glass bottles with different color liquids in them. The cabinet was oak like the table with glass in the doors. Above the fireplace was a large cloth Gryffindor Crest, also worn with years of use. There were many pictures on the mantle which drew Megan’s attention.

Megan walked over and examined the pictures. There was a bunch of picture with Lupin, Sirius, James Potter and even Peter Pettigrew. All the pictures were magical ones, with people waving and smiling. Some pictures were of people Megan didn’t know. They were most likely family members and friends outside Hogwarts society. Three pictures in the middle of the mantle were the most interesting.

A large picture of Lupin with Tonks was in the center. Lupin had his arms around her waist with his chin on her shoulder, leaning his temple against hers. They were smiling and laughing at something, looking like the happiest couple Megan had ever seen. The two smaller photos on either side were a photo of Lupin and Sirius at a Christmas party last year, after the war was over and Sirius was freed. The other was a photo that surprised Megan the most. It was a photo from the same party of Sirius and herself. Sirius had his arms around Megan’s shoulders, his chin on top of her head. They were both smiling, Megan rolling her eyes up to look at her second cousin, laughing.

Megan took the picture off the mantle and sat down in front of the fire, holding it in both hands. She felt a smile pull at her lips for a moment and then a tear slid down her cheek. She missed Sirius very much and hadn’t seen him in months. He sent a letter a few weeks ago telling her about his exploration of Europe and the America’s. He had decided to travel the world, since he had been locked up in Azkaban for so many years. Sirius wanted to see all the things he never thought he would see. Megan was glad he could live his dreams but at this moment, nothing would comfort her like a hug from Sirius.

“You two were a real riot at that party.” A voice said from above her head.

Megan looked up to see Lupin leaning on the back of the chair, washed-up, shaven, hair brushed and dressed in a blue sweater. She grinned and looked back down at the picture.

“I remember. We talked all night, drank and hugged constantly. I think I was the happiest that night than I had been since Mom died. Sirius, you and Severus were and still are real life preservers for me, but Sirius is the best of all. He always makes me laugh. You are always a shoulder to cry on or a sympathetic ear and Severus keeps me focused on my work. Without you guys I don’t know where I would be.” Megan stroked the picture once and sighed.

“You really miss Sirius, don’t you?” Lupin laid a hand on her shoulder.

“Yes, more than anything. He hasn’t written in a few weeks. The last I heard he was in Spain. He didn’t say where he was off to next, which he usually does in his letters. I told him I would be here for the Holidays and he should visit me. He never answered me though.” Megan got up and set the picture on the mantle. “Frankly, I didn’t know you had a picture of me
in your apartments. Nor would I expect it to be in such a place of prominence on your mantle.” Megan felt Lupin come up behind her and hug her.

“Sirius is like a brother to me and you are so special to him. In a way, you mean a lot to me Megan. I count you amongst my best friends and I don’t have many of those.” He squeezed her. “You are a very special young woman. I hate how we have to be in this situation. You don’t deserve to pay for the sins of others.” Lupin kissed the top of her head and let go.
Megan turned and tried to smile.

“Thank you, Remus. You always know what to say.”

“Well, before breakfast gets here, would you like to see the rest of my home?” He gestured around.

“Sure. Lead the way, Remus.”

Remus took her hand and walked through a door at the far end of the room. He opened the door and gestured Megan in.

It was Lupin’s bedroom and it was everything Megan would have imagined. It wasn’t opulent but nice. Like Lupin the room had everything someone would need for a basic bedroom without excess. There was a double bed in the middle of the room. It had an oak frame, dark red duvet, two sets of pillows on each side and was neatly made. There was a gold carpet, a little worn but soft looking. There was a fireplace across from the bed, behind the door. It was smaller than the one in the living room area but just enough to warm the room. By the bed were two end tables, oak and as worn as the one in the living room. The left side was obviously where Lupin slept because the table had a candle stick with a cream colored candle, half melted, and a glass for water. The other table was bare.

A door to her left was open and it was the bathroom. Megan walked in and looked around. Again it was simplistic but neat. The room contained a toilet, claw-footed bathtub and a sink with a mirror above it. It was all done in cream colored marble and the floor was red tile. The mirror was about two feet wide by three feet long. The small counter the sink was contained in had sitting on it: a toothbrush, toothpaste, a razor, shaving cream, some cologne and a hair brush. There was a towel rack above the tub holding red and gold towels. The room smelled like his cologne, musky yet sweet. It was a scent reminiscent of sugar cookies mixed with very dark chocolate and the smell of the woods. Megan inhaled deeply.

“I see you like the smell of the bathroom.” Lupin chuckled, leaning on the door frame.

“I just never realized how nice your cologne is. It’s like a bakery in the middle of the forest.”

Lupin grinned and tilted his head at Megan inquisitively.

“I don’t think I have ever had my cologne described quite a way before.”

“I don’t know what to say. It’s what I picture when I smell it.” She shrugged.

There was an audible pop from the other room and the sound of silverware being arranged.

“I think our breakfast is here.” He offered Megan a hand.

She took it and they walked out into the living room. The elves had pulled the table out towards the fireplace more and arranged the chairs so they were across from one another over the table. Two plates of eggs, sausage, potatoes, and toast were placed on the table. There was two tea cups of steaming hot chocolate by the plates, with a tea kettle of more hot chocolate off to the side. Dishes of gravy, butter, jam and salt and pepper shakers completed the table spread. There was a single red rose placed by Megan’s plate. She smiled.

“Nice. A red rose for me?” She picked it up and smelled it.

“You always give a pretty girl flowers. It is customary, I believe.” He winked and pulled out her chair.

Megan sat down and set the rose aside. She looked over the plate and realized the food didn’t look so bad. She hadn’t had an appetite for days but suddenly a little food looked tasty. She began to dig into her eggs while Lupin sat down across from her. He began to eat and looked up at her occasionally. Megan managed to eat a piece of buttered toast, her eggs and some sausage. She picked up her mug and drank down a few sips of hot chocolate, settling back into the chair with her eyes closed as the warmth of the chocolate spread through her body.

“Is that all your going to eat?”

Megan looked at Lupin to see he had cleaned his plate and was pouring another cup of hot chocolate for himself. She held out her cup which he filled as well.

“It’s all I can handle right now but it was good.” She smiled, drinking some more. “You have hot chocolate with breakfast,
why am I not surprised?” Megan laughed.

“There is always a way to work chocolate into any meal.” He lifted his mug to her in mock salute.

“So, you wanted to talk? Let’s get this out of the way, Remus.” Megan sat up straight in the chair and looked at him.

Lupin placed his cup on the table, wiped his mouth on his napkin and leaned his elbows on his knees, hands folded under his chin. He studied Megan for a moment and then sighed.

“I have known you since your first year here at Hogwarts and have spent many occasions outside these walls in your company. We have developed a close and special friendship over the last year especially. I would never do anything to jeopardize your trust in me or our bond. However, this curse has put me in a place where I must cross lines I could not and would not ever cross with you. Now, if I do not, it could cost you your life. I want to be honest with you, Megan because I owe you that. I do not want to do this. I cannot imagine sharing such a special and precious experience with someone whom I am not planning a future with or having a relationship of a romantic nature with. To be even more honest, Tonks and I have not even crossed such a line of intimacy yet. To me, sex is never just sex; I want to make this very clear. It changes people’s perceptions of each other and can ruin a carefully balanced friendship or relationship. I am doing this to save your life, which is very precious to me but I want you to know a few things first.

“One, this is not love and will not become romantic love. The love I feel for you is strictly a love of a best friend for another, in other words, platonic. Two, we will make love but it will have to stem strictly from natural lust and desire. It will not change how I look at you. Even after I know your body intimately, you will still just be Megan to me. Do not worry about my thoughts concerning you after this is over. Third and most importantly, when this curse is over, I will still be your best friend but I will also still be your professor and mentor. I need you to respect my position of authority after this curse is cured. Otherwise, there will be repercussions capable of changing our entire relationship. Can you do this?” Lupin reached across the table and patted her knee.

“Of course I can do all that, Remus!” Megan huffed, shocked. “Did you think after this was over I would expect your undying romantic love, you would leave Tonks for me and we would snog in the broom closet between classes?” She laughed and shook her head. “It is okay, Remus. After this is over I will go back to seeing you as Professor Lupin. It will not change my perception of you as an authority figure or cause me to fall madly in love with you. You will also still be one of my best friends, too. We will get through this unscathed when it comes to how we relate to each other. In fact, it may make us closer friends because we have been through such a harrowing experience.” Megan gripped his hand and squeezed. “I am going to be honest here too. I am sorry about all this and the fact you are required to cheat on Tonks to save my life. I am also very nervous about being intimate with you. It is a threshold I wouldn’t have ever crossed myself, no offense, but now I must and I don’t want you or Tonks to resent me.”

“Resent you for what, Megan? This is NOT your fault! You are only trying to stay alive in terrible conditions. As for Tonks, we talked about this and she is on board with the idea of saving your life. She holds no resentment against you, only those who cursed you. She said not worry about her; she’s okay with what is going on. Tonks has an extraordinary heart and feels for you more than anything. She is lobbying for life-imprisonment for those girls. Let us forget about her and concentrate on the curing of the curse. Okay?” Lupin stood up and walked over to Megan’s chair, kneeling in front of it, pushing the table out of the way.

“Yes. I agree.”

Megan reached around Lupin and put her cup down on the table. Lupin reached up and grabbed the sides of her face gently, pulling her towards him. He placed his lips against hers. She kissed back, laying her hands on his arms. Lupin pulled away and stood up. He put his hand out to Megan.

“Would you accompany me to my bedroom, Miss Malfoy?”

Megan took his hand. “It would be my pleasure, Remus Lupin.” She stood and followed him.

They entered the bedroom and Lupin closed the door behind him. He took out his wand and sound proofed and warded the room.
Next, he turned down the duvet and set his wand down on the table. He gestured for Megan to come to him.

Megan walked across the room and stood in front of Lupin. He reached behind her head and pulled the ribbon from her hair, it fell across the shoulders down to her lower back.

“I always thought you had such beautiful hair, I like it down.” He dropped the ribbon to the floor.

Lupin stepped closer to Megan and buried his nose in her hair, sighing. He moved the hair aside and began to lick and nip the side of her neck. Megan shuddered and stroked Lupin’s back lightly, occasionally sighing. He lifted his lips to hers and kissed her with more fire this time, slipping his tongue between her lips. Megan bent into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Lupin reached up under the sweater and started to pull it over Megan’s head. He only disconnected his lips long enough to get the garment past her face and then he descended back upon them. His hands roved over her stomach, her back and her shoulders, taking in the creaminess of her skin. He sighed into the kiss, reaching behind Megan to unclip her bra. He had trouble with the clasp and after a moment laughed against her lips.

“Could I have a little help here? I was always bad at bras.” He pulled back from her body.

Megan laughed and reached behind her back, unclipping the bra, which fell to the floor.

Lupin licked his lips and pulled her by the hands towards the bed.

“Sit down on the edge, Megan.” His voice had taken on a huskier tone.

Once she sat down, Lupin reached down and removed her boots for her and her socks, placing them to the side. He ran his hands up her jeans to her inner thighs and spread them so he could kneel between them. Lupin began to kiss down her throat again to her chest. He wrapped his arms around to place his hands on her naked back, holding her chest to his face as he began to suck slowly on her right nipple. He teased it with his teeth and tongue until it was a stiff peak, then he blew softly on it. Megan arched towards him, shivering. He flicked his tongue over the nipple again and blew air on it several times until Megan was clawing at his back, her head tilted backwards, and biting her bottom lip in whimpering cries. He switched to the left nipple, sucking and pulling harder this time, even biting little bit.
Megan felt the small bite and gasped with her eyes wide. Lupin looked up to see her reaction and did it again. Megan cried out softly, digging her nails into his back.

“I see you like that a lot. Merlin, you have the most reactive body.” He began sucking again.

“Remus, I think you’re still overdressed.” Megan whispered.

Remus chuckled and stood, pulling off his sweater. He reached down to unbutton his pants and Megan’s hand stopped him.

“No, let me help you.” A wicked grin formed on her face.

Before he could argue, Megan unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them to his feet. He stepped out of them. Megan nuzzled her lips against his groin, licking at the growing bulge through the fabric of his underwear. Lupin sighed heavily and placed a hand on Megan’s shoulder and one on top of her hair. She slipped her fingers inside the waist band and pulled the underwear to his knees, from there they slipped down by themselves to his feet. He kicked out them and placed his feet wider apart to get better balance.

Megan placed her lips around the tip of his member and sucked lightly. She ran her tongue around the head a few times and starting sucking again, pulling him deeper this time. With every pull into her mouth, she stopped to hold him there. Megan wanted to rub her tongue on the underside of his member while it was wrapped in the wet heat of her mouth.
Lupin groaned and gripped her shoulder tighter, rocking with every sucking motion. His groans began to come more frequently, his body shuddered slightly and he pulled back from Megan.

“Those jeans come off, now.” He demanded, pushing Megan back on the bed.
Lupin unbuttoned and peeled off her jeans and panties in one motion, tossing them to the floor. He pulled her body farther across the bed and climbed half on top of her, kissing her again. His tongue plunged into her mouth; lips locked tight around hers. Lupin reached down and pushed two fingers between the lips of her core. He chuckled against her lips.

“My, my, aren’t we extremely wet?” He looked down at her smirking.

Lupin found her nub and rubbed it in tight hard circles, causing Megan to buck against his hand. She moaned, whimpered, groaned and cried out in pleasure as the rubbing brought her closer to a climax. His fingers deftly played with her, circling hard, then slow, hard then slow. Suddenly he stilled his fingers and sat up, scooting up the bed to lean against the pillows.

“Come here, now.” Lupin commanded his breath raspy, eyes practically glowing with desire.

Megan crawled up the bed and kissed him. She looked his body over for the first time. Lupin arms and legs were thin, as was his torso but there was plenty of muscle underneath. His chest had scars riddled across it from previous full moons but they didn’t take away from the soft pallor of his flesh. His chest had dirty blond hairs that snaked down to meet his pubic hair, which was neatly trimmed. His member was thick, dark red and the tip was leaking drops of fluid. The flesh shined in the firelight, her saliva still coating it. His hair was tousled again and his face was slightly red. He was panting, his chest rising and falling in hard waves as he starred at her body. He reached out with hands that had long, tapered fingers, nails neatly trimmed. His eyes, normally blue were almost black with desire; his nostrils flaring were around the edges. His lips were red and swollen from kissing. His tongue slipped out to lick his lips. He beckoned with a finger.

“Sit on top of my lap.”

Megan swung one leg over each of his until she was sitting on his lap. Lupin reached between them during a kiss and positioned himself at her entrance. With a thrust he slid into her to the hilt.

Megan’s head fell back and she cried out. He stayed still as she panted, gripping his shoulders.

“Now, ride me.” Lupin’s voice was a deep, husky sound.

Megan began moving her hips up and down slowly, taking in the feel of him. He wasn’t as large as Severus but he was thicker and almost as long. The thickness of him stretched her inner walls, straining them as she moved. Megan gripped his shoulders harder and leaned back slightly as he grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her every time she came down upon him. Megan let her knees slide farther apart so she was wide open to his thrusts which were becoming swift, deep ones. Lupin pulled her body back to his, kissing her wildly.

Megan wrapped her arms around Lupin tightly and returned his kiss. His tongue mimicked his deep, quick thrusts. She could feel her orgasm building and building to strong warmth in her lower abdomen. She pulled back from his lips and moaned his name as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

Lupin felt her walls tighten and release over and over. He continued to thrust through her orgasm, his own spilling forth with a burst of his seed. He howled out a rough, ragged moan and buried himself inside her, letting her walls milk out his orgasm. Lupin buried his face in her hair, sighing.

“Megan, Megan, Megan . . .”

She clung to him while the last shudders of pleasure racked their bodies. Resting her head on his shoulder, Megan breathed deeply, feeling the slick sweat between their bodies and the wetness pouring out from where they were coupled onto their thighs. After a moment, she felt a kissed on her cheek and pulled her head back to see Lupin with a wide satisfied smile on his lips.

“Megan, this was the best sex I think I have ever had.” Lupin kissed her lightly on the nose.

“I think it was pretty good, too, Remus.” Megan chuckled at his expression.

Megan lifted herself off Lupin and sat beside him, laying her head on his shoulder.

“What do we do now?”

“We clean up and go for a walk. How does that plan sound? We could even have lunch by the lake.”

“Sounds like a good plan.” Megan got off the bed and walked into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Remus sat on the edge of the bed and took a sip from his glass of water. A tapping sound startled him and he turn to see on owl at his bedroom window. He walked over, opened the glass and took the scroll off the bird’s leg. It hooted and took off.

Lupin unrolled the scroll and read the short message. His eyes went wide as he reread it again to make sure it said what he thought it said.

“Oh, no, please not today of all the days.” Remus sat down on the edge of the bed.

Megan emerged from the bathroom, washed up and refreshed. She started grabbing her clothes off the floor.

Lupin quickly put the scroll under his pillow and stood to go to the bathroom.

Megan stopped him by grabbing his arm and looked at his face.

“What’s wrong, Remus? Was it the sex?” Megan sounded worried for a second.

Lupin managed to put a smile on his face and kissed the top of her head.

“No, Megan! The sex was fantastic, I have no complaints.”

“Then why do you look like someone just gave you very bad news?”

“I looked outside and realized it snowed heavily last night, so our walk may be short and lunch will have to be inside I think, it’s a pity that’s all.”

“It snowed last night? That’s great!” Megan ran over to the window to look outside.

“I am going to clean up and then we can see how far we can get in that mess.” He chuckled and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door.’

Lupin starred into the mirror, leaning on the sink. He sighed and shook his head. How was he going to handle this?

“Why did Sirius have to come back today?” He whispered to himself.

“And what will I tell him?”

Lupin sat down on the edge of the tub and held his head in his hands.

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