Obedience School

Title: Obedience School
Author: Princess Golux
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hagrid/Moony, Hagrid/Remus (+ some surprises!)
Disclaimer: So not mine. In any way, shape, or form. All characters belong to JK Rowling. I am making no m fro from this.
Rating: hard R
Warnings: m/m Sex, breathplay is referenced.
Note: Yes. I will be writing a sequel. Once I finish my Classic Canon story, it’s next in line.
Summary: In which Snape, against every instinct he possesses, is kind; the trio find Moony and Harry finds a little bit more; and it’s finally Remus’ turn.


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Harry was flushed with anger and frustration. His black hair fluttered around his head, short strands pointing haphazardly in all directions. He loved Hermione, he really did, but surely she could see that they were running out of time?

“We need to do something, Hermione. It’s been three weeks.”

Hermione tossed her head. Harry’d been brooding again. Probably thinking about Voldemort or Snape or something. When would he learn it only made him restless and reckless? Stupid boy.

“We can’t go off half-cocked, Harry.” She strove for a reasonable tone. “We could do more harm than good.”

“Bollocks!” Harry said rudely. How could they do more harm? The situation was horrible enough. “This isn’t like when we were searching for the Sorcerer’s Stone, ‘Mione. This is imminent disaster just waiting to happen.”

“Imminent….what?” Hermione rolled her eyes, saying condescendingly, “You’re mixing your metaphors, Harry.”

“Bite me, ‘Mione.” Harry growled, starting to pace.

“Uh, guys?” Ron ventured.

“Not now, Ron.” Hermione said, bright spots of color burning high on her cheekbones.

“Bite me? Oh, now that’s useful, Harry. That’s going to get us somewhere. You want to hurry this up, we could really do some damage. We could get poor Professor Lupin stuck forever as Moony.”

“But we won’t.” Harry said slowly, as if speaking to a backward child.

Hermione paled and her eyes narrowed.

“Um. Guys?”

“Not. Now. Ron.” She stood and moved toward Harry, her fingers twitching. “And how do you know we won’t , Harry? Hm? With what keen faculties did you deduce this? That same razor-sharp wit that keeps pegging Snape as a mortal enemy, no matter manymany time you’re proved wrong?”

“Harry…”

“As opposed to the brilliant mind that honestly thought Lockhart was going to be her saviour ?”

“Hermione…”

“At least I was wrong once! I learned! You still can’t admit that Snape isn’t your enemy!”

“He is my enemy, Hermione! It can’t have slipped your notice that the git hates my guts! I read his cunting mind, for Merlin’s sake!”

“GUYS!”

“Not now, Ron!!” Harry and Hermione snapped in unison.

“YES, NOW!!” Ron yelled, slamming his book down.

Both Harry and Hermione started, so sudden was Ron’s outburst. There was a moment of tense silence.

Ron stood and threw down his quill as well.

“I found your sodding spell.” Ron glared from Harry to Hermione and back again. goi going to piss. You geniuses figure it out from here.”

He stomped off.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then looked at the spell book. Slowly Hermione picked it up, opening it to the page Ron had marked. Harry came and peered over her shoulder.

“Patefacius.” She looked at Harry, in patent disbelief. “This is it. This is exactly it. This is what we’ve been looking for.” She sat down and began skimming the spell, excited now. “Combined with the animus hex breaker spell we found earlier, we should be able to do this!”

“Oh, thank Merlin!” Harry said. He flung himself down on the couch next to Hermione. After a moment of silence he looked at her apologetically. “Sorry about…” he waved his hands around vaguely. “I’m really not cut out for this part.”

Hermione’s mouth twitched. “I know you aren’t. You’re all wand, no brains.”

“Hey!” He reached over and punched her lightly. “Just because I’m not ‘brillialikelike a certain witch I know…”

“Oh, please.” Ron came back in, scowling. “Are you two done shrieking in here?” He sat down on the other side of Hermione, slinging a proprietary arm around her. “And keep your paws off, Potter.”

Harry grinned at him. “That’s not what you said last night, Weasley.”

Hermione arched an eyebrow at Ron.

“Kidding! He’s…just…tell her you’re kidding, Harry!” Ron looked frightened for a moment.

Both Harry and Hermione laughed. if Hif Harry would ever.”

“Not in this lifetime, mate. You’re not my type.” Ron breathed an audible sigh of relief.

“Your brother George, now…”

“OI!”


* * * *

“I’m so glad you could come,” Madame Rosmerta fluttered around Professor Snape, looking like an extremely distressed pigeon. “I just didn’t know who else to call.”

Snape swept through the tavern, black robes swirling. For the life of him, he could not understand why the Headmaster would dispatch him of all people to fetch home his pet giant.

Albus should really keep him on a leash, along with that misbegotten werewolf.

“Where is he?” Snape said shortly.

Yet another batch of Wolfsbane was brewing in his workroom and he hated leaving potions unattended. He was already the Potions Master, double agent, spy extraordinaire, baby-sitter and personal boggart to that mindless Potter brat and bane to all Gryffindors. He didn’t have time to be…

Sweet Merlin.

In a corner of The Three Broomsticks, Rubeus Hagrid sat, crying into a tankard of something. The spectacle was breathtaking.

He snuffled and creaked, moaned and gurgled. The sounds emanating from the sodden giant were terrifying, giving one the impression that somewhere, a herd of elephants was searching frantically for their ing ing pup. Huge tears leaked out of the corners of his eye and disappeared into the wilds of his bushy beard. Every so often, he would blow his nose into a giant white hanky, fully the size of one of Ronald Weasley’s Potions essays. The foghorn bellow was deafening and when his hand crashed back onto the table, everything hanging from the walls or ceiling jumped a bit.

“Yes.” Snape said, a bit dazed, “I quite see your point.”

* * * *


Draco checked and double-checked his list. He had the spell he needed copied down on parchment. A drop of Sleep-Ease in the illegal vodka shared out with the rest of his dorm-mates guaranteed a deep, deep sleep on the parts of everyone who might be able to see him leave. He had stashed his broomstick in the woods near the ward’s edge earlier, just to be on the safe side.

He took a deep breath. By this time tomorrow, everyone would know.

One more cross check to make sure he had everything, then Draco set off in the dark, headed towards Hagrid’s hut.


* * * *


Moony was bor Bor Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. His Big Man was gone away and he’d been gone forever. No games tonight. But maybe later?

He gave a little leap, growling softly.

Want to play!

The game was simple. His Big Man would make a noise over and over and if Moony could figure out what he wanted him to do, he would get the rubbing and the shiverygood. He whined a little, humping the edge of the bed. He wanted rubbing. Now.

As good as the game was, Moony was frustrated. First of all, His Big Man still wouldn’t mount him. This was extremely disturbing and not at all the way things should be. Moony knew, somewhere in the part of him that held the Other, that this was somehow a good thing, but he ignored that part.

Besides, his Other wanted to be mounted by His Big Man as well. He was just jealous.

Moony prowled around the confines of the hut one more time and then curled up with a little huff.

Waiting, waiting, waiting. Moony wanted a new game.


* * * *


Harry, Ron, and Hermione sneaked our of the dorms as soon as they could possibly get away. Ron had three copies of the Patefacius spell. Hermione had a dusty copy of Ancient and Puissant Hex Breakers; Fourth Printing. Harry had his invisibility cloak and a rope. If things didn’t go well, he would make sure that Moony was kept tied up until Hagrid could get back.

Down to the hut the three of them tramped, excited at finally getting to undo some of the harm they’d done to Professor Lupin.

* * * *

Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.

* * * *


On the whole, Severus Snape was not a man who enjoyed feeling helpless. Quite to the contrary, he was a man to whom control was enjoyable, even exciting at times. A wizard who manipulated situations as best he could, primarily to ensure that his will would prevail. There were only two individuals in the world that Severus Snape yielded control to, and with neither of them did he do this gladly.

And no one, by any stretch of the imagination, could possibly label Snape as ‘kind.’

Therefore it was with no little embarrassment and oceans of distilled hatred for Albus Dumbledore, that Snape found himself helplessly and awkwardly patting Hagrid on the shoulder and muttering, “There, there.”

Even he wasn’t completely sure why he was doing it. He should go back to the castle and alert Dumbledore to his adopted freak’s distress. This had nothing to do with him. Severus Snape was many, many things, but kind…?

He’d been doing this for almost an hour, now. If the damn giant didn’t tell him what was wrong soon, he was going to turn him into a mandrake and give him to the second year students to harvest.

“There. There.” His jaw ached from grinding his teeth.

Finally, Hagrid snuffled, sounding like a hurricane, and began to slowly stammer out words.

Unfortunately not many of them made sense.

* * * *


Sniffing, Moony uncurled from his place near the bed.

Someone was outside the border of his territory, near the invisible wall.

Several someones, in fact. Human, by the smell.

His territory was being invaded.

Defend. Defend. Defend.

Deep in his chest and throat, Moony began to growl.

* * * *


“…and then he gave this mournful little noise, yeh shoulda heard it, Professor. An’ I just knew what I been doing was wrong. An’…” Hagrid hiccupped, “An’ I think Professor Lupin is just the prettiest (hic) thing ever an’ he’ll not (hic) forgive this. Ever. (hic)”

Hagrid looked blearily at Snape.

“There, there?” Snape guessed, still not sure what was going on, but guessing he was being asked for a response of some type.

“No.” Hagrid’s lip began to tremble, “”It’s no use tryin’ teh cheer me, Professor. I know (hic) that what I done’s wrong.” He paused to drain the rest of his tankard, then looked at Snape again, huge dark eyes very, very serious. “But blimey. Ain’t he pretty, Professor?”

Snape felt the familiar pinching at the very bottom of his stomach. Privately he called it “the Remus feeling,” and it had practically become part of his everyday pain over the years. He’d get this twisting in the belly, this ache. It was intimately connected to Remus Lupin’s eyes and the curve of his neck.

He’d been getting this feeling since his sixth year at Hogwarts. Sometimes he wondered if it would ever go away.

“Yes, he said roughly, lowering his eyes to avoid spilling his dignity. “Professor Lupin is very, very ‘pretty.’”

This somehow seemed to be the wrong thing to say, for Hagrid promptly screwed up his mouth again and hot fat tears began squeezing from the corners of his eyes.

Snape stared at the table and felt hollow.

“There, there,” he said mechanically, hoping that comfort given would ease his own pain.


* * * *


Draco set up his miniature cauldron and waved his wand to get a small fire burning underneath it. He carefully brewed the concoction he’d devised, smearing the cooling liquid quickly on his arms and legs.

It hardened on his skin and he smirked to himself. He’d been unsure whether or not he could pull that particular potion off. Clearly he was better even than he thought he was.

Checking his list, he dismantled his small cauldron and fire. He used magic, being careful not to touch anything.

The first part of his plan was in motion.

* * * *

“Ron and I are going to stand on this side of the hut. Harry, you go to the other side and anchor the spell.” Hermione looked sternly at the two boys. “Control yourselves, now. The last thing we want to do is hit the ward too hard.”

“’Cause it could collapse?” Ron said, nuslyusly.

Hermione shook her head, “No, Ron. Dumbledore created this ward. We couldn’t possibly break it.” She looked critically at the empty air where the invisible barrier hung.

“No,” she repeated, “but the backlash from the spell could really hurt. And we’ve got NEWTs this year. No time to be incarcerated in the infirmary. Best to be careful.”

Ron rolled his eyes at Harry behind her back, and Harry grinned at him.

“I saw that.” Hermione said sharply.

Both boys froze, identical looks of terror on their faces.

Without turning, Hermione smiled. Boys were really too easy.

“All right,” she said lightly, “Let’s get to work.”


* * * *

From bits and pieces of the rest of the stammered and painfully oblique conversation that followed, Snape was able to piece together that Hagrid felt that somehow his efforts with the wolf were demeaning in some regard to the absent essoessor Lupin. The overgrown lump had obviously thought only of the challenge of taming a werewolf, and was now having anxiety that Lupin’s feelings would be hurt if he knew his alter ego was attending basic puppy obedience school.

He couldn’t see how, but Hagrid seemed so…distraught.

“There…oh, for Merlin’s sake.” Snape bit out. He was done patting. “Lupin isn’t even there.”

Hagrid looked up, eyes gleaming with sudden hope. “You mean that, Professor?”

Snape froze for a moment.

Bloody hell.F
For nigh on twenty years now he had nursed his anger toward Lupin, based on the idea that Lupin should have known it was he at the entrance to the Shrieking Shack. They had been well on their way to becoming lovers, and Snape felt doubly betrayed that not only had he not known about the werewolf, but the wolf apparently didn’t have the same feelings that he had begun to believe Remus had for him. Lupin, meanwhile, had steadfastly maintained that he’d not known anything until called to conference with Dumbledore the next day.

Hurt and humiliated, Snape had refused to believe him.

To prop up Hagrid’s hope that all his trespasses would be ultimately forgotten would require Snape to let go of the idea that Lupin was responsible for Moony, and therefore ultimately responsible for his near-death their sixth year.

He simply couldn’t do it. It was embracing the idea of being wrong simply for the sake of being kind. And once again, Severus Snape was not a kind man.

Hagrid looked at him trustingly, his eyes bright and hopeful.

Snape sighed, feeling something old and crusted break apart in his chest. “If Lupin is to be believed, he is simply…” Snape waved his hands. “gone when transformed. He will not know nor care that you’ve taught the wolf to fetch…”

“Haven’t gotten that far, yet.”

“…just that you’ve successfully kept him from anyone.” Snape ignored Hagrid’s muttered comment. He had decided about an hour ago that he wanted to know as little as possible about what Hagrid had been up to.

The sensible part of his brain maintained that werewolves, and the care and training thereof, were not his cup of tea, for reasons that should be intuitively obvious to the casual observer.

The base and hungry part of his lizard brain simply howled at the thought that, once again, he was to be denied even a remote chance with the man he had sely lly lusted after for the better part of twenty-odd years. For how could he, the snide and distrustful ex-Death Eater, the habitually unkind man, ever hope to compete with someone as shiningly good as Rubeus Hagrid?

He shut that voice out with care, reaching for his second-best cloak of ice. He patted Hagrid one more time and continued reassuring him, in the vaguest terms possible, that he was not harming Lupin’s dignity by teaching his inner monster parlor tricks.

Catching Rosmerta’s eye, he desperately signaled for scotch.

It was going to be a long night.


* * * *


Harry dropped the invisibility cloak and took up his position in the woods at the back of the hut. The ward was like half an invisible bubble extending out about 30 feet in every direction. If Hermione’s theory was correct, he and Ron were holding the sides of the ward still while Hermione swung open part of the ward like a door. Once that was done, she would hold the ‘door’ open, and he and Ron would run through.

The hex they were using had to be performed under the light of the moon itself, so they would locate the werewolf’s cage, charm the rope around it’s neck and drag it outside.

Simple, easy, and hopefully, danger-free.

Harry heard Ron begin to chant the spell and he waited one verse and joined in.

This was going to be a piece of cake.

What could go wrong?



* * * *


Draco heard the chanting start up from where he had just finished layering the first part of his spell onto the surface of the ward. He saw the new spell impact the ward, contrasting with the spell he’d just finished. His eyes widened and he could feel a slowly widening river of cold spreading through his stomach.

The ward was becoming brighter in the moonlight, its surface becoming translucent, opalescent and shimmery.

Fuck.

Draco tamped down ruthlessly on his fear. He stood for a moment, locating the voice closest to him.

Oh, yeah. He’d know that voice anywhere.

He took off running.

* * * *


The trespassers’ smell was getting stronger and the wind smelled like lightning. Strange lights overhead made Moony’s eyes hurt and he threw back his head and howled his mightiest howl.

Come home, Big Man!!! Come home NOW!!!


* * * *


In the tavern, Snape and Hagrid looked up at the faint sound of the wolf. They looked at each other, eyes wide.

“Lupin.” they said in unison, and scrambled for the Floo.