In a London House

\"You want me to share one of my fantasies?\" Remus asked. Harry nodded, and Remus frowned thoughtfully. He had plenty of fantasies. He just wasn\'t sure which one to share with Harry.

\"All right,\" Remus said after a few moments of silence. \"I have a fantasy that involves you, me and Snape.\"

\"Snape?\" Harry sounded distraught.

\"Yes. If you can fantasize about Malfoy, I can fantasize about Snape,\" Remus said with a teasing smile.

\"No!\" Harry shot up in the bed, scrambling away from him.

\"Harry?\" Remus pushed himself up as well, looking at Harry in puzzlement. He had no idea why Harry looked so distressed all of a sudden. Sure, he knew Harrsn\'sn\'t too fond of Snape, but that didn\'t explain why Harry looked as if he\'d seen a ghost.

\"You can\'t fantasize about Snape.\"

\"Why ever not? You just fantasized about Draco Malfoy.\"

Harry jumped up from the bed and paced the room, staring down at the floor, eyes shifting but not looking at Remus. And then Harry stopped and turned and glared at Remus with so much anger and hate in his eyes that it made Remus gasp.

\"You can\'t because he killed Sirius, didn\'t he?\"

\"No, he didn\'t,\" Remus said, finally understanding what had worked Harry into such a frenzy. \"Sirius got himself killed –\"

\"No, he didn\'t!\" Harry yelled. \"Snape taunted him, told him he was useless. And Snape should have stopped him from coming after us!\"

\"Snape tried to stop him,\" Remus said, gettip frp from the bed slowly. \"I was there when Snape alerted us –\"

\"He should have bloody well tried harder!\"

\"Harry,\" Remus said, his voice soft but his tone firm. \"Snape did not get Sirius killed. Sirius knew –\"

\"He should have stopped me then!\"

Before Remus could respond, Harry turned and ran out of the room, leaving Remus behind, baffled.

\"Harry!\" he tried, but he could hear Harry\'s footsteps rushing down the stairs. This was just what he needed. Chasing a naked teenager around the house, who seemed in firm denial about his godfather\'s death.

Cursing inwardly, Remus chased after Harry. He didn\'t bother covering himself, because he had every intention of bringing Harry back to his – their – bedroom. After they had a good talk.

He found Harry in the drawing room, standing in front of the fire, shivering. Merlin, if anyone dropped by the house now and saw the two of them, naked, sweat-slicked and come-covered, Remus suspected they\'d have a lot of explaining to do. He approached Harry cautiously, keeping his motions slow.

\"Harry, listen to me.\"

\"He should have stopped me. I should have used that stupid mirror. I shouldn\'t have rushed off.\"

\"Listen. To. Me.\" Remus put his hands on Harry\'s shoulders and slowly turned Harry so he could look into Harry\'s eyes. Harry let him, staring up at him with a wide, dull gaze.

\"Sirius knew the risks. He used to be an Auror. He\'s fought more Death Eaters by himself than you and I will ever see.\"

\"But I shouldn\'t have –\"

\"Sshh.\" Remus pulled Harry a bit closer, their bodies just touching. \"We all told him not to go after you, but it was his own decision. He wanted to be there and he knew the risks.\"

\"But if I hadn\'t...then he\'d still be alive,\" Harry whispered. Remus slipped his arms around Harry\'s waist and pulled him against his own body.

\"You didn\'t kill Sirius. Bellatrix Lestrange did.\"

Harry stayed quiet, just looking Remus, still appearing lost. Remus pressed a kiss to Harry\'s lips.

\"Let me tell you my fantasy,\" he whispered. This got him a slight reaction. Harry looked at him with a frown. \"Not the one with Snape. A different one.\"

\"Okay.\"

Remus lowered himself to the rug and Harry followed him down. Kissing Harry again, Remus urged him to stretch out beside him, and Harry complied.

\"The war is over, and Voldemort is dead.\" Remus pressed his body against Harry\'s, holding him close and stroking Harry\'s back. \"A small cottage, somewhere in the countryside. No neighbors, a nice yard. And it\'s ours.\"

Harry shivered and wrapped his arms around Remus\' neck, rubbing against him gently.

\"It\'s morning, and we just woke up,\" Remus whispered, pressing his lips to Harry\'s cheek and kissing his way down to Harry\'s mouth. \"We\'re feeling lazy, so we don\'t get up yet. We just kiss and touch and laugh.\"

\"I like that,\" Harry breathed, baring his throat so Remus could kiss him there.

\"Yeah. We both like it. Love it. And then Sirius walks in, scolding us for being a couple of lazy dogs.\"

\"God.\" Harry started trembling again, and Remus rolled him onto his back, covering Harry\'s body with his own.

\"So you throw your pillow at Sirius, and he laughs and jumps on the bed, tackling you down.\"

\"Remus...\"

\"Yes?\"

\"Don\'t stop. Please don\'t stop talking.\"

\"Sshh. I won\'t.\" Remus realized that his cheeks were wet, but he didn\'t know if those tears were Harry\'s or his own. \"Sirius grins down at you and you swat him on his chest. He starts tickling you and you yell at me to help you. But I don\'t. I enjoy watching you and Sirius together.\"

Remus hadn\'t felt himself harden, but when Harry bucked his hips against him, Remus felt both his own and Harry\'s erections rub against each other.

\"Then Sirius pins your arms above your head and kisses you. You bite his lip in revenge and Sirius laughs and says: Moony, this boy needs to learn a lesson.\"

Harry\'s fingers gripped around Remus\' shoulders, and Remus had his hands buried in Harry\'s hair. They thrust lazily against each other, cocks rubbing. Remus felt Harry\'s panted breaths against his lips while he continued with his fantasy.

\"So I join you two, Sirius giving me a wide grin, his blue eyes gleaming with pleasure. You press me against the bed, practically jumping me, and Sirius pins you down on top of me. It\'s just the three of us, in our cottage.\"

\"I want that as well,\" Harry whispered, and Remus pressed a sloppy kiss to Harry\'s lips.

\"We\'ll have that cottage and those lazy mornings.\" Shuddering, Remus felt his pleasure growing, intense and strangely painful.

\"And Sirius...\" Harry closed his eyes, lashlashes glistening.

\"I know, Harry. I know.\" That part is just a fantasy, Remus added silently.

Harry let out a soft breath and Remus felt him climax, his seed warm between their moving bodies. Remus pressed his cheek against Harry\'s, holding him, his hips moving in slow thrusts until he found his release. He buried his nose in Harry\'s hair, his body stiffening as his orgasm, fed by foolish hopes and unrealistic fantasies, overtook him.

\"I like your fantasy,\" Harry whispered. Remus raised his head and stared down at Harry.

\"I do too.\" He stroked Harry\'s hair and kissed Harry\'s lips and watched Harry watching him. Harry\'s eyes eventually fell shut but Remus didn\'t stop watching for a long time.

\"I love you,\" he whispered against Harry\'s parted lips. But Harry was already asleep.