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Adult +
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37
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Chapter 9: Magic
This is a translation of the fanfic “Ezellahen" (Spanish) by Utena-Puchiko-nyu and Angeli Murasaki.
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Ezellahen
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DISCLAIMER: The characters of this story recognized from Harry Potter are the property of J.K. Rowling/Warner Bros while those from Middle Earth belong to Tolkien. In the future, two very entertaining characters from CLAMP will also be incorporated. This is a work of pure entertainment and we claim no monetary benefit what so ever.
WARNING: This fanfic is set COMPLETELY in an Alternate Universe. Therefore, we don’t want to hear any complaints later. There will be male pregnancy, elves, wizards OOC and much more.
AN: Author’s note
TN: Translator’s note
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Chapter 9: Magic
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-Middle Earth
Time had passed, slowly but surely. Though Morë’s initial tests indicated Ezellahen had the potential to be a very powerful wizard, the lack of wand to channel his magic was a complication. In order to perform wandless magic one had to do a lot of meditation and have a great deal of focus. To ask a child of nine to meditate and focus was a lost cause. Nonetheless, Morë’s patience was almost equal to Lord Elrond’s and the child was not a complete lost cause.
“Very good, Ezellahen.” He smiled as he saw the drops of sweat on the child’s forehead as he tried to concentrate. “Now I want you to open your hand and say Lumus, understand?”
“Yup.” Ezellahen answered with a furrowed brow and opened his right hand, murmuring the incantation. A weak light surged from his hand, like a flame from a candle.
“Excellent!” clapped Regulus. “Your Lumus is steadily becoming bigger. If you continue like this we will be able to move on to other minor charms like this one.”
“Like the one that makes objects fly..?” He asked with a wicked smile.
“I think that one might be the last one I will teach you,” he muttered, looking at him with suspicion.
“Humph! How boring!” He cried outraged. “It’s not for anything bad, professor. I swear it on my Mokona!
“POOO?” She said, waking up from her nap. It was boring to watch her master sit on the grass trying to concentrate…and chasing butterflies tired her out too much.
“Don’t swear in vain, little one.” He got up from the ground and cleaned his tunic. “Now let us go back inside. I’m sure lunch is almost ready by now.”
The child got up grumbling and entered the house behind his professor of magic. At the beginning all of that had seemed boring to him, especially because all he had to do was sit with his eyes closed. According to his professor, he had to channel his magic onto his hand, connecting with his magical core in order to do it. Harry had had no idea how to do that until six months ago.
Frustrated by his inability to do anything he had become angered and that’s when he felt it…warmth traveled through his body, from head to toe. Scared, he’d asked his professor and Regulus had smiled, telling him to try to send all that warmth towards the palm of his hand. His green eyes had closed once more and he’d felt it again, and that time he’d sent everything toward his hand. After that, the whispered Lumus and a blinding light had spread throughout the room they were studying in.
He had fainted after that and when he woke up they told him that he had used too much at once, because magic without a wand was very exhausting. Ever since then, he’d had to take things slowly and now his Lumus was very weak, but it didn’t tire him.
Regulus looked at his student and sighed suppressing a smile. Everyday, he noticed the physical similarities he had with his parents, but the child’s character was definitely a mixture of his adopted parents. Still, the Rivendell twins had a humorous character very reminiscent of the Marauders.
He couldn’t contain a shout of surprise when someone grabbed him from behind, wrapping strong and possessive arms around his waist.
“All done…?” A lusty voice whispered into his ear, before pressing wet kisses onto his neck.
“Ah! Dad! Not in front of me! My poor virgin eyes!” Ezellahen exclaimed, covering his eyes with Mokona’s body.
“POO! POO!” She groused with a displeased expression, in an indignant mother attitude seeing these perverts making such a spectacle in front of the child.
“Aww, come on Eze, it’s not the first time you’ve seen me being affectionate with Morë.” Elladan purred while mouthing the wizard’s earlobe.
“Pervert!” Harry shouted, before running to the dining room.
That was all Regulus needed to come out of his surprised stupor and turned around angrily to confront his partner; a blush suffusing his beautiful features.
“Now he’s going to tell your father and he’s going to hate me even more than already does,” he grumbled, turning his face away to avoid being kissed.
The twin smiled crookedly and gently moved Black’s face up for a kiss. The violet-eyed man gave in immediately and surrounded his partner’s neck with his arms to return the kiss passionately, without worrying about the fact that they were standing in a much traveled corridor.
From the first time he’d seen him, Elladan had known that he was the partner destined to be his; his soul mate, the one to give him his children. Therefore, determined to acquire the one the Valar had decreed for him alone, he set out to win his heart. It wasn’t all that hard, for Morë also felt that same connection and he had let himself be led by his instincts.
They took things slowly, starting off with a romantic date, talking about their lives and with chaste kisses. However, that had been almost two years ago and they had even already consummated their relationship by now. But they had decided to postpone the inevitable union until after Ezellahen’s training was a little farther along.
“He doesn’t hate you,” murmured Elladan when they separated in order to breathe. “What’s happening is that he’s all sad because you came to steal his innocent son away from his side.” He smiled. “He doesn’t hate you; he’s just jealous and depressed. It’s an old man thing…”
“Dummy,” he whispered without malice and joined lips with him once more.
It once again inflamed their passions and the elf pushed the lighter, shorter body of his partner against the wall. Morë whimpered when he felt how his lover’s hands left his waist to dig into his buttocks, thus lifting him off the floor slightly. He secured his hold around the other’s neck and opened his mouth to begin a battle of tongues.
“Ahhh! You’re still at it!”
They separated in fright to see Ezellahen pointing an accusing finger at them and his other hand on his hip. Mokona was next to him with crossed arms.
“What do you want?” Elladan grumbled.
“Grandpa says it’s time to eat. Stop sucking at each other and use those mouths for something else!” He grumbled before turning and returning to the dining room. (TN: Thank you charlie-becks, for the Grandpa suggestion!)
Regulus bit his lower lip and looked at his partner, trying to do something about his red face. He had just been scolded by a seven-year-old boy!
“Don’t pay him any mind; we’ll have our revenge when he has a partner of his own.” The twin said mischievously before hugging the wizard’s waist with one arm and guiding him to where the other residents of the House of Rivendell awaited.
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-Wizarding World-
“Oh, Lucius! More!”
The bigger body on top of his shifted to find a better position and continued to thrust in such a way that his point of ecstasy was stroked pleasurably. Their eyes connected and the blond smiled that trademark smile of his, filled with arrogance but which…unfortunately, he had come to love. Unfortunate because…he knew his love wasn’t returned. Just the opposite, they only met for the sex and then…
“Ah, Remus!”
With that horse grunt, the older man came inside the lycanthrope and fell on top of him in the afterglow. Remus embraced him with open arms, not caring about the extra weight. This was one of the few occasions he had the opportunity to be affectionate with his lover, for he had not yet managed to get the Slytherin to let go of his cold demeanor. He kissed his cheek and caressed his back, while the other kissed and marked his neck.
“That was wonderful, Luc…like always.”
“Don’t refer to me in that vulgar manner,” the blond grunted, leaving the warmth of the other man to collect himself. “I have to go, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he murmured, looking for his clothes on the floor.
“Do you have to leave already…?” He asked upset, leaning back on his elbows upon the bed. “Don’t you want o sleep for at least an hour or eat something?”
“No Remus, you know I never stay. Don’t start again, I have to see my son and tend to other matters…”
Like maintain your reputation. You leave because you fear someone in your social circle might see you leaving this place…a third-rate motel room.
“All right, we’ll see each other again tomorrow.”
“Yes, I’ll let you know if I have time.” He looked himself over at the mirror. “You may stay if you wish; I paid for the entire night. Good bye.” He murmured before leaving without even giving the Gryffindor a second glance.
Remus let himself fall onto the bed, closing his eyes firmly trying to contain the tears swimming within his eyes. He knew what he was doing was futile and stupid, someone with his curse could never find love…much less with someone like Lucius Malfoy. He should just be grateful with being able to have that spectacular sex, for months now.
“Idiot…if only you could stop listening to old-women’s gossip…” He murmured before recalling the very first time they met.
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-Flashback-
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Lupin entered one of the bookstores containing some of the most highly priced books of the wizarding world. Of course, he was there to find a book that might help him translate the manuscripts his best friend Prongs had found in his house. Any other reason would be unimaginable; he could not afford the price of a single tome in this place.
He was in the languages section when he heard a conversation taking place near him.
“Could anyone be any more beautiful?” A woman said before letting out a giggle. “It should be illegal to have so much beauty.”
“And the best thing is, it is a beauty without commitments.” More giggles.
“I really couldn’t believe it when I heard that Narcissa and he had divorced. Do you think the rumors are true…?”
“Indeed, dear. His marriage had been arranged by Abraxas Malfoy, but when he and you-know-who disappeared they had no reason to remain together, even though they had a year-old child.
“But he has not been with anyone else since then, right?”
“No, now he’s a diehard bachelor, of course no one knows who his lovers have been…but there is no doubt he does have them.”
“And who could ever refuse such a beauty? If I were twenty years younger...” A laugh.
Curious, Remus turned the corner to the bookcase he was browsing to almost run into the man in question: Lucius Malfoy. His breathing stopped when he got a good look. Those gossiping women were right…that platinum gold hair was just as he remembered it, but longer, the aristocratic features were more prominent than those in his adolescence, now a grown man. He was muscularly lean and about ten centimeters taller.
“Eh…excuse me.” He mumbled, before sliding on the Dark Arts bookcase, his face red as a tomato. Being a werewolf, his sexual tastes varied according to the strength and power the other person, regardless of sex. Malfoy undeniably agitated his inner wolf.
He looked the books over for a few more minutes and found a few good ones, too bad he couldn’t buy any of them.
“I never thought I would see a Gryffindor looking at Dark Arts books.” He jumped when he heard the hissing voice. He turned to face the other person; Lucius was smiling one of his cocky smiles at him.
“Hello, Malfoy.” He murmured, uncomfortable under the gaze of those incredible grey eyes. He could almost swear they were looking him over with…desire.
“Remus Lupin, correct?”
“Yes, I’m surprised you remember.”
“I have a good memory.” He replied with an elegant shrug of his shoulders. “So, what are you doing in this book section?”
Seeing genuine curiosity, Remus sighed.
“I like Defense Against the Dark Arts and I need to know the Dark Arts in order to practice its defense.”
The blond arched an eyebrow and looked at the book the werewolf was holding.
“The book you are currently holding is very good, I recommended.”
The darker haired man grimaced embarrassed before returning the book to the bookcase.
“I can’t pay for it…”
-End Flashback-
That was the first meeting. Much to Remus’ pleasure and surprise, two days later he received a present in his private office at the house he shared with his friends. Inside the package was the Dark Arts book he’d wanted along with an invitation for dinner at an expensive restaurant.
Insecure, he borrowed a robe from Sirius and showed up at the restaurant. That very same night, the blond had made him his. He didn’t regret it, it had been an exciting experience and in the end, the only friends he had were the Marauders so he didn’t care if anyone thought him easy. He had needs and Lucius had been there to satisfy him.
However, they had both known that they will have to meet again. So they met a few more times until they decided to meet everyday at this motel. They had both been amazed that they couldn’t get enough of each other; one could say they were addicted to sex, but they only desired each other…no one else, just them.
But it had already been a year and Remus wanted something more now. Something he was sure he was not going to find with Lucius, for he would never publicly acknowledge their relationship.
He couldn’t hold back anymore and let out the sob he had been choking back, the tears had fallen long before, but now they were accompanied by sorrow. He turned his face to the bed in order to take in his lover’s scent and quiet his sobbing.
Outside the room, Lucius Malfoy looked at the door with an inscrutable expression on his face. He heard the sobbing and didn’t know how to feel about it.
I can’t…I care too much about what people might say. I’m sorry, beautiful.
Shaking his head he turned on his heel and left the building.
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-Middle Earth-
-.Rohan.-
Éomer frowned when he saw his sister enter with a harsh expression on her face. His young nephew was following her, but his untroubled expression told him her problem was with him and not his nephew.
“Éowyn, how nice to see you again sister.”
They greeted each other with respect and affection, but the frown was still affixed to the beautiful and pale woman’s face.
“We have a very important matter to discuss,” she declared, throwing a significant look at her son.
“Oh no, mother. I want to hear what you are going to tell my uncle.” His only nephew’s mischievous smile was making him uneasy.
“What’s so important, Éowyn…?”
“Your bachelorhood…”
Éomer moaned and let himself fall onto his seat. Elboron laughed wickedly and made himself comfortable in his own seat to listen to his mother’s lecture. It was amazing how she always used the same words on his uncle whenever they came to Rohan to talk to him.
The King settled into place and pretended to listen to his sister.
She doesn’t understand, I don’t wish to marry because of duty, just to have an heir to my kingdom. Of course, she married for love and above all, she doesn’t have the responsibilities I do. I’m still young and I know that somewhere out there is someone I can love and that will give me all the children my sister hopes I’ll have…
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-Wizarding World-
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(Godric’s Hollow)
“Everything okay, Prongs?”
James turned to face his best friend and nodded.
“I was thinking about my Lily…”
“Any reason in particular…?”
James blushed slightly, shifting his gaze away from Sirius. The animagus arched an eyebrow when he saw his brother’s attitude.
“Do you think she’d…? Well…” He stuttered.
“Come out with it already.”
“I need to fuck, Sirius.” He moaned, covering his face with his hands. “I’m a man with needs and my damn body is letting me know it. But…my Lily…”
Sirius frowned in understanding. He sat down next to him and caressed his back (AN: Don’t get any dirty thoughts…they are like brothers and we don’t approve of incest ¬¬). He sighed.
“She has been gone for more than five years, my friend. You have been in mourning for too long. She knew you, she knew you liked sex…I don’t think she’ll get mad because you let out your libido a bit.”
“She was the jealous type…”
Sirius sighed again and looked into his friend’s eyes.
“But she’s dead.” Ignoring Potter’s expression of pain, he continued. “You have to understand that, James. The redhead won’t ever come back and you have to go on with your life. Okay, I’m not saying you should find someone else…but you can have a one night stand.”
“Hn.” James grunted, in a contemplative attitude.
“In fact, the four of us can go out tonight and find ourselves some good women…or men…depending on what’s available. What do you think?” He smiled a dazzling smile and winked.
“I think that’s fine…” He murmured with a small amount of guilt. However, his friend was right. Though he won’t give up on reuniting with Harry again, Lily was a chapter of his life that had closed and will never be able to write again. She was gone, her love will always be there as a loving memory of his life, but now, he needed to move on.
I will always love you Lils…you can be sure of that, but you always did say I had a too great a capacity to love.
“Perfect!” The blue-eyed mad exclaimed, getting up from the couch. “I’ll tell Remus and Frank. We need to find Neville a babysitter.” He mumbled before leaving.
James followed his example and got up as well, looking through the window as Sirius stepped into the night.
I will start my life again, but not before finding my son…
To be Continued…
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TN: Sorry I’m updating this fic so slowly; plot bunnies are coming after me with heavy artillery! But don’t worry it will be updated at least once a month until I finish it. Promise!
A million thanks for everyone that reviewed!
-Lina
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Ezellahen
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DISCLAIMER: The characters of this story recognized from Harry Potter are the property of J.K. Rowling/Warner Bros while those from Middle Earth belong to Tolkien. In the future, two very entertaining characters from CLAMP will also be incorporated. This is a work of pure entertainment and we claim no monetary benefit what so ever.
WARNING: This fanfic is set COMPLETELY in an Alternate Universe. Therefore, we don’t want to hear any complaints later. There will be male pregnancy, elves, wizards OOC and much more.
AN: Author’s note
TN: Translator’s note
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Chapter 9: Magic
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-Middle Earth
Time had passed, slowly but surely. Though Morë’s initial tests indicated Ezellahen had the potential to be a very powerful wizard, the lack of wand to channel his magic was a complication. In order to perform wandless magic one had to do a lot of meditation and have a great deal of focus. To ask a child of nine to meditate and focus was a lost cause. Nonetheless, Morë’s patience was almost equal to Lord Elrond’s and the child was not a complete lost cause.
“Very good, Ezellahen.” He smiled as he saw the drops of sweat on the child’s forehead as he tried to concentrate. “Now I want you to open your hand and say Lumus, understand?”
“Yup.” Ezellahen answered with a furrowed brow and opened his right hand, murmuring the incantation. A weak light surged from his hand, like a flame from a candle.
“Excellent!” clapped Regulus. “Your Lumus is steadily becoming bigger. If you continue like this we will be able to move on to other minor charms like this one.”
“Like the one that makes objects fly..?” He asked with a wicked smile.
“I think that one might be the last one I will teach you,” he muttered, looking at him with suspicion.
“Humph! How boring!” He cried outraged. “It’s not for anything bad, professor. I swear it on my Mokona!
“POOO?” She said, waking up from her nap. It was boring to watch her master sit on the grass trying to concentrate…and chasing butterflies tired her out too much.
“Don’t swear in vain, little one.” He got up from the ground and cleaned his tunic. “Now let us go back inside. I’m sure lunch is almost ready by now.”
The child got up grumbling and entered the house behind his professor of magic. At the beginning all of that had seemed boring to him, especially because all he had to do was sit with his eyes closed. According to his professor, he had to channel his magic onto his hand, connecting with his magical core in order to do it. Harry had had no idea how to do that until six months ago.
Frustrated by his inability to do anything he had become angered and that’s when he felt it…warmth traveled through his body, from head to toe. Scared, he’d asked his professor and Regulus had smiled, telling him to try to send all that warmth towards the palm of his hand. His green eyes had closed once more and he’d felt it again, and that time he’d sent everything toward his hand. After that, the whispered Lumus and a blinding light had spread throughout the room they were studying in.
He had fainted after that and when he woke up they told him that he had used too much at once, because magic without a wand was very exhausting. Ever since then, he’d had to take things slowly and now his Lumus was very weak, but it didn’t tire him.
Regulus looked at his student and sighed suppressing a smile. Everyday, he noticed the physical similarities he had with his parents, but the child’s character was definitely a mixture of his adopted parents. Still, the Rivendell twins had a humorous character very reminiscent of the Marauders.
He couldn’t contain a shout of surprise when someone grabbed him from behind, wrapping strong and possessive arms around his waist.
“All done…?” A lusty voice whispered into his ear, before pressing wet kisses onto his neck.
“Ah! Dad! Not in front of me! My poor virgin eyes!” Ezellahen exclaimed, covering his eyes with Mokona’s body.
“POO! POO!” She groused with a displeased expression, in an indignant mother attitude seeing these perverts making such a spectacle in front of the child.
“Aww, come on Eze, it’s not the first time you’ve seen me being affectionate with Morë.” Elladan purred while mouthing the wizard’s earlobe.
“Pervert!” Harry shouted, before running to the dining room.
That was all Regulus needed to come out of his surprised stupor and turned around angrily to confront his partner; a blush suffusing his beautiful features.
“Now he’s going to tell your father and he’s going to hate me even more than already does,” he grumbled, turning his face away to avoid being kissed.
The twin smiled crookedly and gently moved Black’s face up for a kiss. The violet-eyed man gave in immediately and surrounded his partner’s neck with his arms to return the kiss passionately, without worrying about the fact that they were standing in a much traveled corridor.
From the first time he’d seen him, Elladan had known that he was the partner destined to be his; his soul mate, the one to give him his children. Therefore, determined to acquire the one the Valar had decreed for him alone, he set out to win his heart. It wasn’t all that hard, for Morë also felt that same connection and he had let himself be led by his instincts.
They took things slowly, starting off with a romantic date, talking about their lives and with chaste kisses. However, that had been almost two years ago and they had even already consummated their relationship by now. But they had decided to postpone the inevitable union until after Ezellahen’s training was a little farther along.
“He doesn’t hate you,” murmured Elladan when they separated in order to breathe. “What’s happening is that he’s all sad because you came to steal his innocent son away from his side.” He smiled. “He doesn’t hate you; he’s just jealous and depressed. It’s an old man thing…”
“Dummy,” he whispered without malice and joined lips with him once more.
It once again inflamed their passions and the elf pushed the lighter, shorter body of his partner against the wall. Morë whimpered when he felt how his lover’s hands left his waist to dig into his buttocks, thus lifting him off the floor slightly. He secured his hold around the other’s neck and opened his mouth to begin a battle of tongues.
“Ahhh! You’re still at it!”
They separated in fright to see Ezellahen pointing an accusing finger at them and his other hand on his hip. Mokona was next to him with crossed arms.
“What do you want?” Elladan grumbled.
“Grandpa says it’s time to eat. Stop sucking at each other and use those mouths for something else!” He grumbled before turning and returning to the dining room. (TN: Thank you charlie-becks, for the Grandpa suggestion!)
Regulus bit his lower lip and looked at his partner, trying to do something about his red face. He had just been scolded by a seven-year-old boy!
“Don’t pay him any mind; we’ll have our revenge when he has a partner of his own.” The twin said mischievously before hugging the wizard’s waist with one arm and guiding him to where the other residents of the House of Rivendell awaited.
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“Oh, Lucius! More!”
The bigger body on top of his shifted to find a better position and continued to thrust in such a way that his point of ecstasy was stroked pleasurably. Their eyes connected and the blond smiled that trademark smile of his, filled with arrogance but which…unfortunately, he had come to love. Unfortunate because…he knew his love wasn’t returned. Just the opposite, they only met for the sex and then…
“Ah, Remus!”
With that horse grunt, the older man came inside the lycanthrope and fell on top of him in the afterglow. Remus embraced him with open arms, not caring about the extra weight. This was one of the few occasions he had the opportunity to be affectionate with his lover, for he had not yet managed to get the Slytherin to let go of his cold demeanor. He kissed his cheek and caressed his back, while the other kissed and marked his neck.
“That was wonderful, Luc…like always.”
“Don’t refer to me in that vulgar manner,” the blond grunted, leaving the warmth of the other man to collect himself. “I have to go, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he murmured, looking for his clothes on the floor.
“Do you have to leave already…?” He asked upset, leaning back on his elbows upon the bed. “Don’t you want o sleep for at least an hour or eat something?”
“No Remus, you know I never stay. Don’t start again, I have to see my son and tend to other matters…”
Like maintain your reputation. You leave because you fear someone in your social circle might see you leaving this place…a third-rate motel room.
“All right, we’ll see each other again tomorrow.”
“Yes, I’ll let you know if I have time.” He looked himself over at the mirror. “You may stay if you wish; I paid for the entire night. Good bye.” He murmured before leaving without even giving the Gryffindor a second glance.
Remus let himself fall onto the bed, closing his eyes firmly trying to contain the tears swimming within his eyes. He knew what he was doing was futile and stupid, someone with his curse could never find love…much less with someone like Lucius Malfoy. He should just be grateful with being able to have that spectacular sex, for months now.
“Idiot…if only you could stop listening to old-women’s gossip…” He murmured before recalling the very first time they met.
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Lupin entered one of the bookstores containing some of the most highly priced books of the wizarding world. Of course, he was there to find a book that might help him translate the manuscripts his best friend Prongs had found in his house. Any other reason would be unimaginable; he could not afford the price of a single tome in this place.
He was in the languages section when he heard a conversation taking place near him.
“Could anyone be any more beautiful?” A woman said before letting out a giggle. “It should be illegal to have so much beauty.”
“And the best thing is, it is a beauty without commitments.” More giggles.
“I really couldn’t believe it when I heard that Narcissa and he had divorced. Do you think the rumors are true…?”
“Indeed, dear. His marriage had been arranged by Abraxas Malfoy, but when he and you-know-who disappeared they had no reason to remain together, even though they had a year-old child.
“But he has not been with anyone else since then, right?”
“No, now he’s a diehard bachelor, of course no one knows who his lovers have been…but there is no doubt he does have them.”
“And who could ever refuse such a beauty? If I were twenty years younger...” A laugh.
Curious, Remus turned the corner to the bookcase he was browsing to almost run into the man in question: Lucius Malfoy. His breathing stopped when he got a good look. Those gossiping women were right…that platinum gold hair was just as he remembered it, but longer, the aristocratic features were more prominent than those in his adolescence, now a grown man. He was muscularly lean and about ten centimeters taller.
“Eh…excuse me.” He mumbled, before sliding on the Dark Arts bookcase, his face red as a tomato. Being a werewolf, his sexual tastes varied according to the strength and power the other person, regardless of sex. Malfoy undeniably agitated his inner wolf.
He looked the books over for a few more minutes and found a few good ones, too bad he couldn’t buy any of them.
“I never thought I would see a Gryffindor looking at Dark Arts books.” He jumped when he heard the hissing voice. He turned to face the other person; Lucius was smiling one of his cocky smiles at him.
“Hello, Malfoy.” He murmured, uncomfortable under the gaze of those incredible grey eyes. He could almost swear they were looking him over with…desire.
“Remus Lupin, correct?”
“Yes, I’m surprised you remember.”
“I have a good memory.” He replied with an elegant shrug of his shoulders. “So, what are you doing in this book section?”
Seeing genuine curiosity, Remus sighed.
“I like Defense Against the Dark Arts and I need to know the Dark Arts in order to practice its defense.”
The blond arched an eyebrow and looked at the book the werewolf was holding.
“The book you are currently holding is very good, I recommended.”
The darker haired man grimaced embarrassed before returning the book to the bookcase.
“I can’t pay for it…”
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That was the first meeting. Much to Remus’ pleasure and surprise, two days later he received a present in his private office at the house he shared with his friends. Inside the package was the Dark Arts book he’d wanted along with an invitation for dinner at an expensive restaurant.
Insecure, he borrowed a robe from Sirius and showed up at the restaurant. That very same night, the blond had made him his. He didn’t regret it, it had been an exciting experience and in the end, the only friends he had were the Marauders so he didn’t care if anyone thought him easy. He had needs and Lucius had been there to satisfy him.
However, they had both known that they will have to meet again. So they met a few more times until they decided to meet everyday at this motel. They had both been amazed that they couldn’t get enough of each other; one could say they were addicted to sex, but they only desired each other…no one else, just them.
But it had already been a year and Remus wanted something more now. Something he was sure he was not going to find with Lucius, for he would never publicly acknowledge their relationship.
He couldn’t hold back anymore and let out the sob he had been choking back, the tears had fallen long before, but now they were accompanied by sorrow. He turned his face to the bed in order to take in his lover’s scent and quiet his sobbing.
Outside the room, Lucius Malfoy looked at the door with an inscrutable expression on his face. He heard the sobbing and didn’t know how to feel about it.
I can’t…I care too much about what people might say. I’m sorry, beautiful.
Shaking his head he turned on his heel and left the building.
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-Middle Earth-
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Éomer frowned when he saw his sister enter with a harsh expression on her face. His young nephew was following her, but his untroubled expression told him her problem was with him and not his nephew.
“Éowyn, how nice to see you again sister.”
They greeted each other with respect and affection, but the frown was still affixed to the beautiful and pale woman’s face.
“We have a very important matter to discuss,” she declared, throwing a significant look at her son.
“Oh no, mother. I want to hear what you are going to tell my uncle.” His only nephew’s mischievous smile was making him uneasy.
“What’s so important, Éowyn…?”
“Your bachelorhood…”
Éomer moaned and let himself fall onto his seat. Elboron laughed wickedly and made himself comfortable in his own seat to listen to his mother’s lecture. It was amazing how she always used the same words on his uncle whenever they came to Rohan to talk to him.
The King settled into place and pretended to listen to his sister.
She doesn’t understand, I don’t wish to marry because of duty, just to have an heir to my kingdom. Of course, she married for love and above all, she doesn’t have the responsibilities I do. I’m still young and I know that somewhere out there is someone I can love and that will give me all the children my sister hopes I’ll have…
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(Godric’s Hollow)
“Everything okay, Prongs?”
James turned to face his best friend and nodded.
“I was thinking about my Lily…”
“Any reason in particular…?”
James blushed slightly, shifting his gaze away from Sirius. The animagus arched an eyebrow when he saw his brother’s attitude.
“Do you think she’d…? Well…” He stuttered.
“Come out with it already.”
“I need to fuck, Sirius.” He moaned, covering his face with his hands. “I’m a man with needs and my damn body is letting me know it. But…my Lily…”
Sirius frowned in understanding. He sat down next to him and caressed his back (AN: Don’t get any dirty thoughts…they are like brothers and we don’t approve of incest ¬¬). He sighed.
“She has been gone for more than five years, my friend. You have been in mourning for too long. She knew you, she knew you liked sex…I don’t think she’ll get mad because you let out your libido a bit.”
“She was the jealous type…”
Sirius sighed again and looked into his friend’s eyes.
“But she’s dead.” Ignoring Potter’s expression of pain, he continued. “You have to understand that, James. The redhead won’t ever come back and you have to go on with your life. Okay, I’m not saying you should find someone else…but you can have a one night stand.”
“Hn.” James grunted, in a contemplative attitude.
“In fact, the four of us can go out tonight and find ourselves some good women…or men…depending on what’s available. What do you think?” He smiled a dazzling smile and winked.
“I think that’s fine…” He murmured with a small amount of guilt. However, his friend was right. Though he won’t give up on reuniting with Harry again, Lily was a chapter of his life that had closed and will never be able to write again. She was gone, her love will always be there as a loving memory of his life, but now, he needed to move on.
I will always love you Lils…you can be sure of that, but you always did say I had a too great a capacity to love.
“Perfect!” The blue-eyed mad exclaimed, getting up from the couch. “I’ll tell Remus and Frank. We need to find Neville a babysitter.” He mumbled before leaving.
James followed his example and got up as well, looking through the window as Sirius stepped into the night.
I will start my life again, but not before finding my son…
To be Continued…
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TN: Sorry I’m updating this fic so slowly; plot bunnies are coming after me with heavy artillery! But don’t worry it will be updated at least once a month until I finish it. Promise!
A million thanks for everyone that reviewed!
-Lina