ootP Drabbles

Harry’s body was tense; *every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again.* It was his own fault, he knew. Going to Remus during the full moon was not a very good idea, especially when the man was so ill he could not remember his Wolfsbane.

The wolf was close, he knew, from the way his thrusts had grown erratic and uneven. Harry sighed with relief when he felt his insides flooded and he knew it was over. Moony licked the blood off his back then fell to the side. Remus would not eat him; the wolf recognized him and loved him. Hence the display of, rather violent, love. Harry resisted crying out when he felt claws on his back again, but then they started to morph and soon Remus was lying beside him.

The older man stared at the bloodstains on his hands and body in horror. Then he realized he was not alone, and the blood wasn’t his own.

“Harry…?” His voice was shaking.

“Its ok Remus, I just wanted to take care of you.” Harry murmured, walking to the medicine cabinet. He grabbed to pain potions, downed one himself and handed the other to Remus.

“I hurt you…” Remus was crying now, fat tears that rolled down his face and mixed with the drying blood on his chest.

“Drink this.” Harry pressed the vial to his lips and watched him swallow obediently.

“It’s not your fault, Remus. I knew you hadn’t had your potion.” Harry grabbed his wand and healed the other man first and then himself. He crawled back into the bed.

“Sleep now love. Just sleep.” He wrapped his arms around him.

Remus forced himself to sleep and reveled in his dreams of blood and death. He figured it was his punishment.