Where Lies Will Not Blossom

Author: Akumu Suta-Raito

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: R (Adult)

Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, H/C

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Warnings: Language, Anal, Explicit Torture, Disturbing imagery.
Disclaimer: In no way, shape or form do I own any portion of the Harry Potter Universe. I am not making any profit from this fanfiction.

Summary: When Draco disobeys everything he’s learned in a single action, he is made a prisoner in his own home. Can Harry and Severus save him, or will he be destroyed by an obsessive Dark Lord's plans? Can bonds of love and friendship triumph over ultimate evil? Harry/Draco, H/C, Tort, Lang, Anal

Author’s Note: Okay, so I promised that I would update much quicker – and I kept my word. ; )

Thanks to my always wonderful beta, Vittani, for editing this chapter!

Chapter Thirteen: Eavesdropping and Heart-to-Hearts

Things were going pretty well for Sirius Black. He was finally, blessedly, amazingly, off of bed rest. And it was about bloody time! Of course, his magic was still running a bit low so he wasn’t being put on active duty as of yet. But at least he could have a decent pace around his room without anyone getting all tetchy, though.

Sirius wandered out of his room for the first time it what seemed like ages, intent on finding his wayward godson. Harry hadn’t been up to visit him in days, so he figured the boy must be wallowing in something – it was just Harry’s nature. The black-haired boy had seemed more than a little preoccupied and bothered the last couple of times Sirius had seen him. That didn’t bode well. A glum Harry was vastly different from any other moody teen. While other teens were only worried about hiding their latest zit, Harry was worried about a Dark Lord who just happened to have some sort of twisted connection with him.

When Harry was worried about something, it could mean disaster for the Wizarding World.

But Sirius was going to do what he was supposed to do for once, and protect his godson. He would just have to find out what was going on and snap Harry out of his funk. Even if he had to drag him out of it kicking and screaming.

Sirius reached Harry’s door, knocking as a curtsey and waiting a few moments before turning the knob. He knew the kinds of things that teenage boys tended to do in their room when no one was around and he didn’t want to see his godson with his hands down his pants.

Although it would be fun to tease him about it. He could call him Handsy Harry, the Wanking Wonder. Sirius snickered at the thought, grey eyes glimmering with good humor.

He opened the door slowly (just in case Harry was doing something like that and just hadn’t heard the knock) only to frown.

Window drapes shut tightly, the room was fairly dark. Which made sense, considering the fact that Harry was burrowed in the coverlet on the bed, fast asleep. Sirius knew that people tended to wake up a bit later that usual during summer, but it was past four! And Harry still had his pajamas on!

Well, Harry was a sixteen year old boy. He would just leave his godson to his sleep. Sirius turned slightly, ready to leave the room when a worried thought occurred to him.

Was Harry ill, suffering from Voldemort’s visions? He hadn’t had one in ages, but that reprieve could only last for so long. Walking up to the bed, Sirius pulled the covers obscuring Harry’s face away, checking the lightning bolt scar for any sign of inflammation. Sighing in relief when he saw that the curse scar seemed to be dormant, he put his palm flat on Harry’s forehead to check for fever.

So he was a bit surprised when one brilliant green eye peeked at him tiredly.

“Oh, hey Harry.”

“Sir’us,” the boy mumbled groggily. “What’re you doin’?”

“Well, making sure you weren’t dead, for starters,” he answered wryly. “And wondering why you’re still
asleep.”

Harry yawned creakily, shoving the tangled covers away as he sat up, only to slump against his head board.

“So now I can’t have a lie-in,” the teen asked grumpily, still staring at Sirius with half-asleep eyes.

“It’s not that, I’m just a bit… worried. That’s all.”

“What’re talking about,” Harry asked looking a bit more awake. “Worried about what?”

Sirius gave Harry a look that suggested the answer was very obvious and he was stupid not to know it. “You, idiot.”

“That’s verbal abuse, you know,” Harry informed him.

“Oh, put a sock in it,” Sirius grumbled playfully, pushing Harry aside in order to get in his warm spot, lying down with a blissful sigh.

“Yes, Sirius, of course you can nearly push me out of my own bed and lay down in the covers after you disturb my sleep,” Harry said dryly, rolling his eyes at his godfather’s antics.

“Mmm,” was the only response Harry got, to his disgruntlement.

“Hey! You better not be falling asleep, you lazy git!”

Sirius let out a very loud, obnoxiously fake snore.

Harry’s eye’s narrowed dangerously, before picking up a rumpled pillow and giving Sirius a sound hit on the head. “Did you come here for something besides lying in my bed?”

Pulling the pillow away from his face, Sirius rolled his eyes. “I already said I was coming to check on you because I was worried. You got selective hearing or something?”

Harry’s countenance darkened slightly as he muttered a dejected, “Maybe.” The boy continued to stare down at the bed spread, obviously finding it hard to look at Sirius for the moment.

Which was more than a bit worrying.

“Harry… what’s wrong,” Sirius asked tentatively.

“Nothing’s –”

“I’d rather if you didn’t lie,” Sirius interjected smoothly, cutting the dark-haired teen off. He wasn’t going to let Harry get out of this now. Besides, the kid was still a bit groggy and would probably let more slip that way.

And no, Sirius was not being Slytherin in any way. Or so he told himself.

“Something’s been bothering you for a while now, and it’s about time you faced it.” Sirius was startled slightly when Harry gave a tiny, barely noticeable flinch at the words.

Uh-oh. This was bad.

“Sirius…” The boy paused for a long time, but the man knew better than to interrupt him this time. Harry was finally opening up a bit. “… I – it’s just that, well… I might be. Fuck. I can’t do this.”

This was really bad. Harry rarely cursed.

“You can,” Sirius said quietly, trying to sound encouraging. “Whatever it is, I promise not to judge.” Another little flinch. “I want to help you, but I can’t unless I know what’s going on.” He stared at Harry earnestly with bright eyes, using his best ‘listening’ face, the one that always used to work on James.

“If… if I asked you something, would you promise to answer it honestly,” Harry asked carefully, almost as if he was afraid of what Sirius would say.

The man frowned. “Of course, Harry. You know I will.”

“Okay.” Harry breathed in deeply for a moment, then let his breath out in a ‘whoosh.’ “And promise you won’t laugh.”

“Oh for Merlin’s sake Harry –” the man exclaimed.

“Promise,” the boy said sternly.

Sirius looked at him incredulously before shaking his head. “Fine, I promise! Now will you finally ask me whatever it is that has got you all bent out of shape?”

Harry threw him a peeved look, before giving a shuddering sigh. “Okay. Well…”

“Well…” Sirius prompted a tad impatiently.

“Stop rushing me!”

Sirius put his arms up in the universal ‘don’t curse me’ gesture for a second, then slowly let them drop. Harry was freaking killing him with all the suspense!

“Okay.” ‘If that boy says ‘okay’ one more bloody time, I swear’ – “When you and Remus first started… seeing one another, how old were you?”

Sirius blinked. He hadn’t been expecting that. “Well, we got together ‘round the summer after sixth year, so just about your age. Why?”

“A-And, who did… who did you tell,” Harry asked a bit fearfully.

Sirius frowned again, honestly confused as to why Harry was asking him this and why it seemed to scare the boy so much. “Whoever the hell we wanted to, or whoever caught us snogging. Whatever came first. Harry, what’s this about?”

“So… everyone was okay with it?”

“It was their problem if it was, wasn’t it? Me and Remy are perfect for one another – at last least I always thought so. And anyone who had issues with that –” Sirius had just began to work himself up into a mini-rant when Harry interrupted him.

“No, not about that. I mean, was everyone okay with you two… about y’know?” Harry made an odd, hurried hand gesture after his question, obviously running a bit low on patience himself.

The man cocked one eye up. “I… am completely not following you, Har.”

Harry, in that moment, looked completely and utterly miserable that I couldn’t catch on to his little hint. Well, Harry sucked at giving hints.

“About b-being…” whatever else Harry said was merely mouthed weakly and Sirius was no expert at lip-reading.

“What, Harry?”

“…” That was a bit better, but it was still too low for Sirius to hear, even with his enhanced Animagus senses.

“If you want me to understand, you’re going to have to speak up.”

“A-a-abo-ut b-being,” The poor kid was having such a hard time getting the words out; he was nearly choking
on them. “g-g-ay.”

Oh.

Oh. Didn’t see that one coming.

“Is that what this is all about, Harry? Are you –”

“No!” the teen shouted out furiously, “I’m not! I-I just… I-I –”

“Cut the crap Harry. If you weren’t a least a little bi-curious, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation now.” Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Sirius held out his hand. “Hold on a sec. Stop and
catch your breath – you’re breathing like you’ve run a marathon – and then ask me what you really want to know.”

Blessedly, Harry actually listened to his advice. For all of two seconds.

“HowdoestheWizardingworldviewygays?” The words were so jumbled that it took Sirius a few seconds to decipher it in his head.

“No one really cares – there are a couple o’course who are all macho manly and think they have something to prove and Merlin knows that they’re the biggest queers of all – but it’s not a big deal. Muggles tend to be stupid about that kind of thing, though.”

Harry looked stunned. So stunned, in fact, that Sirius had to smother a snicker. He had promised not to laugh, after all.

“No one… cares?” the boy asked weakly and Sirius wondered how long the poor kid had been dwelling on that.

“Course not. Why would they? It’s not like anyone’s gonna force them to switch teams and two guys can have kids just as well as anyone else –”

“I – I,” the boy stuttered, flushing such a bright red that it almost looked painful. “S-Sirius! I can’t believe you just said that! I’m trying to be serious here and you’re just –”

Sirius ignored that. It was just too easy. “So am I. Guys can have babies, you know. It’s not uncommon, although the birth’s a bit difficult, or so I’ve heard –”

“Stop,” Harry said faintly. “I get it. Don’t go into details, please.”

There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Sirius hated uncomfortable silences. But every time he opened his mouth to break it, he wasn’t sure what to say. He really didn’t think Harry would appreciate a, ‘So you’re queer. Wonder how that happened.’ And that was all his brain could come up with.

He wished Remus was here.

They sat in that uncomfortable silence for a while longer before Harry spoke out tentatively. “So… no one would care if was gay? Hypothetically, of course,” The boy added hastily.

“No one cares, Harry. I swear. I mean, Remus and I had problems, but it was nothing to do with that.”

“And… if I came out, it wouldn’t be a big deal?”

Sirius bit his lip thoughtfully at that. “Well… it would be a big deal, but not in the way you think. Being the boy-who-lived an’ all, everyone wants to hook you up with their daughter. Now they’ll know they’ve been going about it in the wrong way and start pushing their sons on you,” Sirius answered truthfully. It was very similar to what most pureblood heirs, Sirius included, had to go through once reaching majority.

Harry groaned, flopping back onto his bed. “Great, just wonderful,” he muttered sarcastically.

Another silence lapsed over them, albeit a more relaxed one. Harry was silent for so long that Sirius, who was laying on the bed himself, began to wonder if the boy had fallen asleep again when, “Sirius?”

“Yeah?”

“You were… joking about the male pregnancy thing. Right?”

Sirius couldn’t help but snicker at the slightly panicked tone to Harry’s voice. “No. Totally not joking about that one.”

“Oh… god,” was Harry’s horrified response.


After Harry’s little Sirius-induced revelation, the two continued to lazy about on the bed, speaking every minute or so. Sirius felt more than a little smug that he’d gotten to the bottom of his godson’s problems and solved them. For once, Sirius actually felt like he was taking care of the teen – what he should have been doing the moment he escaped from Azkaban.

A knocked interrupted the light doze that Sirius had slipped into a moment before. He heard Harry call out,
“Come in,” but really couldn’t be bothered to see who entered. It was probably Hermione or Ron, as they were the only ones at Headquarters, it being fairly empty today.

So he was surprised when he heard Remus’ soft voice greeting Harry. ‘Remus… Mm,’ Sirius thought, still
slightly dozy.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Sirius was unable to suppress the smile that warmed his face at the sight of his lover. A lover who’d been mysteriously busy for the past week. Since this whole ‘recruit’ business started, he was seeing less and less of his lover

“Hey babe, what’re you doing here?”

Remus sputtered for a moment, turning an attractive pink. “Don’t call me that! Especially in front of Harry.” The last part was hissed out in indignation, but Sirius couldn’t be less bother by his lover’s embarrassment. It wasn’t worth it if it couldn’t make the werewolf blush.

And Remus was so conservative; it was fun to ruffle his feathers, so to speak. “It’s either babe or snuggle muffin, take your pick.” Sirius shrugged dismissively after his little comment, pretending not to hear Harry’s stifled laugh.

Remus rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Call me ‘snuggle muffin’ and I’ll curse the mouth right off of your face.”

“Promises, promises,” Sirius said teasingly, aware that he was flirting with his ‘boyfriend’ in front of his godson, but hardly in a position to care. With particular flair, the dark-haired man patted the space next to him with emphasis, gesturing for Remus to sit.

Just to be a prick, the werewolf sat on the opposite side near Harry.

Sirius pouted. Remus didn’t seem to care, the meanie.

“I went to look for you in your room, but you weren’t there. I figured you would be where Harry was. Although it seems like you woke him up,” Remus added disapprovingly, noting the boy’s pajamas and messier-than-usual hair.

“Not my fault Harry’s a lazy little bugger.”

“Hey! I’m not lazy – I was up all night, res –” Remus elbowed Harry in a motion that was too purposeful to be accidental, cutting the boy off. The two exchanged a meaningful look, Harry looking the slightest bit sheepish.

What the hell? “What’s going on?”

Remus gave him an innocent smile that would have melted him in any circumstance, but Sirius wasn’t moved by it now. “Nothing, my arm twitched,” Remus said smoothly. “Sorry Harry,” the sandy-haired man added in afterthought.

Remus was such a bad liar.

“S’okay,” Harry replied, obviously trying to pull off nonchalant.

Harry wasn’t much better.

The animagus stared at the two suspiciously, wondering what secret Harry and Remus were hiding from him. Some Order business, no doubt. And damn it irked that they didn’t trust him – both of them still saw him as a fool who would rush recklessly into battle.

That kind of hurt. A lot.

“What’s going on,” he repeated.

“You’ve gotten paranoid holed up in that room of yours, Siri. Nothing’s going on. Really.” Harry’s eyes were so earnest that Sirius almost believed him. Key word being almost.
He was not going to let this go. Not until he knew what his lover and godson knew that he didn’t. Sirius tended to be like a dog with a bone… no pun intended.

“But –” In a move almost too swift to be seen, Remus crawled over Harry and directly into Sirius’ lap. Immediately latching onto Sirius’ lips, the werewolf bit his bottom lip lightly, swiping his tongue over the bitten lip slowly.

Remus knew that turned Sirius on like no other.

Hardly in control of himself, Sirius put a hand behind the werewolf’s head and began to kiss his lover forcefully, seemingly doing his best to shove his tongue down the other man’s throat. Sirius forgot everything he’d been doing up to that point, all of his suspicions, as one thought floated through his mind. ‘Oh… fuck.’

Yanking Remus closer to him, Sirius wrapped the arm that wasn’t holding the other man’s head around the werewolf’s waist. Remus made a small keening sound. Sirius groaned like a man in pain, though that was certain not the case. Harry tried to interrupt.

“Um. Sirius? Remus?” Unbeknownst to Sirius, Remus’ amber eyes popped open at the teen’s embarrassed words. He carefully tried to extract himself from Sirius’ gripped. The other man was less than cooperative.

“Sirius,” Remus mumbled in protest, finally tearing his lips from the dark-haired man’s. “Let go.”

“Don’t wanna,” Sirius whined, trying to capture Remus’ lips once more, hardly worried that his godson was getting quite the show.

Remus poked him between the ribs. Hard. “Ow!”

While Sirius rubbed the sore spot on his stomach, Remus took the opportunity to escape from his lover’s grabby clutches. When Sirius looked up, Remus was already off of the bed, across the room, halfway out the door, and so red that he looked as if he’d been boiled.

“Hey, hold up,” Sirius exclaimed in protest, but the werewolf mumbled something about being late for something or other and hightailed it.

Glancing to the side, noticing that his godson seemed to be looking everywhere but in his general direction, Sirius nearly forgot what he’d been saying before the impromptu snog session. But not quite.

‘Good try Remi, but you’re going to have to try a bit harder to get over on me,’ Sirius thought as he began to follow his lover.

Seeing the determined expression on Sirius face, Harry gulped. “Sirius…”

“See you later Harry,” the man called as he nearly ran out of the door, going down the hall in search of his lover who was lying to him and a cock tease.

Remus, of course, was long gone. But the man’s scent still lingered and Sirius transformed into Padfoot, sniffing out his lover’s whereabouts with a single-minded intensity. So focused was he on is task that Padfoot didn’t stop until his wet nose bumped against a door. He transformed back.

There were a number of privacy and silencing charms on the room, as well as a notice-me-not charm. As if that would stop him. This was his house by blood. No one could get away with doing anything he didn’t know about. Publicly disowned or not, Sirius was not rejected from the bloodline – even Andromeda, with her marrying a Muggle, had not been magically disowned. There hadn’t been a rejected kin for over five hundred years. It just – wasn’t done in the Black family.

Even though their motto was ‘Toujours pur,’ power was valued far more than purity of blood. For every magically excluded family member – or blood reject – as they were more commonly known, the power of the line would decrease due to that person’s exclusion. This was partially because of the power it took to forcibly kick someone out of their magical birthright (skills and powers attributed to certain bloodlines). Lines that had made a practice of blood rejecting were the families that were now producing squibs. While anti-muggle pureblood activists spread propaganda about Muggleborns causing squibs, it was really their own hasty actions that caused the power to diminish in their lines.

Blood rejecting was only done in the most extreme or dire circumstances. If an heir was disgracing the blood line (as Sirius had been accused of) then they were merely cut off from the family money and resources permanently, or until they ‘came to their senses.’ The Dark Lord had urged many purebloods to magically exclude dissenting family members but only the most fanatical (and stupid) actually did.

He’d always wondered why the Dark Lord would ask his Death Eaters to do such a thing. How could he want weaker followers? It made plenty of sense when he found out that the ‘man’ was a half-blood raised by Muggles. Only someone who was completely ignorant of lineage magic would demand that purebloods practice blood rejecting.

So, anyway. Because he was the true blood heir of the Black family, Grimmauld Place would obey him above all others – centuries of Dark Magic in his lineage had seen to that.

And usually Sirius wouldn’t resort to doing this because of a silenced door, but Remus was in there and he had to know what his lover couldn’t tell him…

Turning into his Animagus form silently, Sirius (now Padfoot once more) swiped deadly claws harshly on the rough bottom of his right paw. Turning his snout to the side and sniffing for intruders, Padfoot waited a moment before transforming back into Sirius. He held up his right paw – hand, he reminded himself as he shook off the psyche of his canine counterpart – which had four bleeding gashes in the palm.

Looking around once more to make sure that no one was around, Sirius sighed and rested his bleeding palm against the wooden door. A shock ran through him as he connected to his ancestral home. He quickly shut himself from most of its power, not wanting to be overwhelmed by the admittedly Dark presence now in the back of his mind.

‘Show me,’ he thought eyes closed as he rested his head against the door as well. ‘Show me what lies inside this room.’

Though his eyes were closed, an image appeared in his mind’s eye of the room, relatively small in comparison to most rooms in the manor. He saw his Remus, and he brightened, nearly losing control over the vision in his excitement. ‘It’s a damn shame that he can still do that to me after all these year,’ Sirius though ruefully as Remus ran a hand through his hair.

He felt the house’s confusion at the statement, not understanding what it was asking of him. ‘That wasn’t an order.’ The confusion immediately calmed, ebbing away as the massive consciousness of the house receded slightly from his mind.

It was then that he noticed Remus wasn’t alone in the room. He was talking to his cousin, Nymphie, and there was Bill Weasley and Snape?

What in the hell was Remus doing with Snape? He watched carefully as Remus turned and asked Snape – the greasy bastard – something, something Sirius couldn’t hear. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t hear a single thing coming from the room.

What – oh, of course. Ancestral homes were so bloody specific. ‘Allow me to here what is being said as well,’ Sirius amended quickly, wanting to hear what Remus was saying. Immediately, sounded was given to the odd, and disturbing, conversation between the two men.

“… now I’m not sure if this can be done. Would it reject us just because of that? If that’s the cause, then how are we going to even get in?”

“I’ll be able to Side-Along. The wards will recognize me, and they won’t necessarily understand that I’m bringing in others because they are a lax for me. Many potions require the use of human blood, nails, hair, bone, and flesh –”

Ew.

“You’re going to Side-Along all of us,” Bill interrupted, his expression confused.

“No, I plan to Side-Along everyone else and splinch you all over the British countryside,” Snape snapped out like the disagreeable git he was.

Bill’s eyes got rather wide. “Y-you are,” he squeaked out.

“Of course not, you idiot,” Snape bellowed, making the red-head jump.

“Oh… um, good joke. You, uh, almost got me there.”

Snape shot Bill a particularly nasty look and began to open his mouth.

“Severus,” Remus interrupted softly. Severus! Now he’s Severus? “Bill raises a valid point. Are you sure you can Side-Along three people? It’s exhausting for most to do one at such a long distance let alone four
–”

“I can handle it,” Snape growled.

What in the hell was going on? It sounded like they were planning a raid, but why hadn’t he heard of it? Why was there so much secrecy?

And how would Snape lead a raid without blowing his cover?

“But, why risk it? You could always make two trips,” Tonks ventured in tentatively.

“Of course, why didn’t I think of that,” Severus mused sarcastically. “Oh yes, that’s right. Because the
Dark Lord might be curious as to why I felt the need to Apparate, Disapparate and Apparate back in all in the span of a few minutes! The Dark Lord may be out of his scaly mind, but he’s not brainless… unlike some of the individuals here.”

‘What a foul tempered git! Snivellus needs to get that damn broomstick out of his a –‘

Beat.

‘Wait. The Dark Lord? Remus is going somewhere in the vicinity of Voldemort? Like hell he is,’ Sirius thought furiously.

“I can handle it,” Snape said softly, staring the other three down until they nodded reluctantly. “Do you honestly think I would risk my godson in such a manner?”

“I apologize,” Remus said. Bless his heart, he actually means it!’ “We’ll go along with what we’ve planned then? I think we’re ready to get into Malfoy Manor.”

‘Malfoy Manor… as in where the recruit is being held!’ Sirius froze as he remembered what Snape had just said. ‘His godson… is the recruit. Snape’s godson – who is that? Who in their right mind would allow Snape to take guardianship of their child if something were to happen to them? Only a Death Eater…’
Malfoy Manor. Lucius Malfoy. His cousin, Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy – Harry’s tormentor, a right prat. Slytherin. Pureblood extremist. A Malfoy.

Fucking hell.

“… in a day’s time, we’ll leave.”

TBC

Next Chapter: The Rescue!

Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers!

paigee07 – Yup, you guessed it right! Bill/Sev. Thanks for the review, glad you liked the chapter!

Thrnbrooke – Thanks so much for reviewing, hope that you like this chapter as well.

PantiesAreOverrated – Love the username! Lol. Glad like the idea of Bill/Severus… I just thought of it out of the blue when all other obvious options for a pairing weren’t possible. I think that it’ll be interesting to write. Thanks for reviewing, and I hope you continue to enjoy the story. Also, if you want to be put on my update list, simply leave your email in your next review. Thanks again!

sasukichan – Yes, poor Sev is rather clueless, isn’t he? Makes you wonder how much experience the man has… lol. Remus got it right of the bat, and you’re right about Bill coming off as a bit of a player. That’s bound to deter Sev at first, but Bill isn’t going to give up on him that easily. I get what you’re saying about the possibilities. As much as I adore Harry/Draco, it has been done some many times that you can’t avoid all the clichés when writing it. But with Bill and Sev I have an opportunity it make things up as I go… its going to be fun!

Yes, Draco couldn’t keep that rebellious mouth shut for long – it’s just not in his nature. And it did have pretty bad consequences, but since he’s going to be leaving that hellhole soon, so Harry will be there to soothe his wounds… *sigh* H/C… don’t you just love it? (plus it leads to smut!)

This chapter ending up being more informative than I thought it would. Draco’s power will be explained more and more with the upcoming chapters. And as for Voldemort caring about someone… well, it is possible (as creepy as that is).

Thanks for the review, as always! Hope you enjoy this chapter as well!

Vittani – Ha! I actually don’t mean to turn up the tension so much. It’s after I read the chapter that I’m like, ‘Wow, that really sucks for Draco.’ Lol. But at least he’ll be getting out of there soon. And it’s a cold day in hell when Remus is the first person to notice innuendo in the room, lol. Sev doesn’t seem to have much experience with that sort of thing, does he? I guess Bill will just have to teach him… Thanks for the review!