The Contract

Chapter Thirty-One -- Hogsmeade


Severus walked to the edge of the gates of Hogwart’s before his planned walk to Remus’ home. He could have Flooed in, but found he wished for a bit of extra time to absorb all that had happened that day. His memories of Harry were disturbing, but to know that his lover was responsible for him being grounded once again...that made it more so.

Deciding on his walk to the front gates that he would Apparate to Remus' flat, rather than walk the distance, still put him many minutes behind Remus. Taking his time in the stroll, he remembered for a moment the first time he and Remus found one another.


It was back before the Dark Lord had been defeated. The summer that Sirius had left this plane of existence, and that Severus had visited Grimmauld Place. In the parlor, in front of a raging fire, two days prior to the full moon, sat Remus Lupin. Severus had taken time to study the man. The way he had looked at the flames was as though he wished to throw himself into it without Floo Powder to protect him.

He was snapped out of his observations when he heard Remus cry out, “Damnit! Why did you leave me again?”

Taking a deep breath, Severus said, “I didn’t leave you, Wolf.” He heard Remus utter something about ‘not you, idiot.’ But when he turned, it was plain that he had not been speaking to him at all.

“I know that, Severus. I wasn’t talking to you. How long have you been there?”

“As long as your overactive wolf senses detected me. Long enough to wonder if I would have to Accio you out of the flames. Are you thinking of the mutt?” Severus asked with every bit of controlled calm he could manage.

Remus looked at him. He was quite attractive when Remus looked like a Slytherin. The calculation and speculation behind the brilliant brown eyes as he thought before he spoke. “Yes, I was thinking of Sirius. If you wish to retain your abilities to make potions, you will never call him ‘mutt’ again. If you wish to use the name ‘Sniffles’, which was what we called the dog form, you may. Otherwise, it would be best to call him Sirius or Black.”

Entering the room, Severus walked to an armchair that faced the man. “Remus, once again, I have angered you. Please accept my apologies. I didn’t like Sirius Black for many reasons. Perhaps I should forgive and forget?”

“That would be asking for too much. Why are you here?”

“I brought you your Wolfsbane. It is in the kitchen, but when you didn’t come when I called, I thought to find you.”

Rising from the floor, Remus thanked him and went to the kitchen, drank the foul potion, and returned with two cups of hot tea. They had talked that night. Details of what each of them had seen leading up to and inside of the Ministry. Severus, politely, asked about Harry and was told that Dumbledore had not allowed him to leave his Aunt and Uncle’s house yet.

He then drank the tea and rose to leave. “Would you like to play a game of chess?” Remus asked suddenly.

“Yes, I believe I would. I have time and for now would be content. Perhaps, while you set it up, I could get some take away?” Severus asked.

Grinning, Remus agreed. They had eaten and played chess well into the night. Finally, coming to a draw on their third, or perhaps fifth, game. Standing and stretching, Remus looked to the brunette and found that he was being watched carefully.

“Remus, what was the nature of your relationship with Sirius?” He asked with some trepidation.

Thinking hard for a moment, he tried to explain his feelings. “He and I were polar opposites. But he was a close friend. We tried to make it more once when James and Lily were married, but found that the friendship was more important. I believe that it was the best choice. But we were more than friends too. Brothers is a close description. I could honestly say that I felt no jealousy when he brought home his one night stands and we all had breakfast the next morning. I also know that he was thrilled when I developed a crush on someone.”

The shock on Severus’ face was apparent, as Remus continued. “I remember he and I spoke a few days before the Ministry incident. ‘Remus, you just have to tell that greasy haired bat how you feel’, he told me. ‘Then if he breaks your heart, as I am sure he will, I will have the perfect excuse to kill him.’

“It was all fun for him, but I have wondered in the past days whether or not I should have told…” Severus upended the chess table,as he pulled the man closer to him, cut off his words and kissing him with all the passion he could find while hearing the name Sirius Black.

When their need for air became so great that they both pulled away panting, Severus looked to him. “I have had a crush on you since you taught at the school. Forgive me for pushing you away because I thought if you remained there another year, and I had to see you day after day, that I was sure I would lose my mind…” Severus pulled Remus close again.

Pulling away for only a moment, Remus told him in a breathy, aroused voice, “Merlin, I never hoped…stay with me tonight.” Nodding, he let Remus lead him up the stairs to a rather large and surprisingly welcoming room.

Hearing the door close behind them, he turned to find Remus close enough to kiss again, and he did. Breaking away when his legs hit the edge of the bed and he toppled across them. He grabbed the front of Remus shirt and felt the weight of the other man on top of him. Remus groaned as he readjusted to align their hard appendages, still covered in trousers and robes. Severus moaned and thrust up to cause the desired friction.

Slowly, carefully, lovingly, Remus undressed him. Kissing each bit of pale, scarred skin as it was exposed. The light brown nipples were peaked in arousal and he licked and sucked each. The chest, with its just more than a dusting of black hair, was incredibly erotic. This close to the full moon, his wolf side leaned much more the harrier side of desire.

Severus arched into Remus touch. The belt unbuckling, the slide of Remus as he left the comfort of Severus' body, to kneel on the floor and remove first his shoes then socks. The way he leaned up and across to unbutton and unzip his trousers, pulling them gently with his pants down his hips and thighs. The hitch in his breath as he saw Severus’ cock for the first time, erect, proud, and weeping in anticipation. The way Remus’ breath ghosted across his thighs and calves as his clothing was removed.

Severus groaned at the lack of contact when Remus stood to look at his prize. The feral glint in his eyes as he unbuttoned only the top two buttons of his shirt before pulling it over his head. Remus’ gaze never left Severus’ as he opened and removed his trousers, pants, socks and shoes.

Finally tearing his stare from the soft brown eyes to the leaking cock that was entirely too large to fit into any orifice that was part of Severus, he actually felt himself tense. “Uhhh, Remus?”

“Yes, love.”

“I do not believe it would be the best thing for you to try to get that ‘thing’ inside of me. Are you always this large?”

Stroking his cock, and shivering when his hand covered the barbed gland near the center of his shaft, he said, “No, it isn’t. It is so close to the full moon, that I am more animal than human, I am afraid.” His grip tightened around the head and it slid back to the base. A copious amount of liquid was produced with this rhythm. The lubrication used to increase the speed of the strokes.

“Would you like to cum, Remus?” The man nodded. “Would you like me to continue to speak to you?” He nodded again. Severus realized that the sound of his voice was aiding in his potential lover’s arousal. “I want to see it. I want to see your cock pulse as you empty your balls.” Remus moaned.

Severus reached out and began to massage the tight testicles. Remus’ hand almost a blur as he continued to speak, “They are so tight, Remus. You should ask me to release them, or I could apply a bit of pressure and delay the reaction.”

“Please, Merlin, Sever…” he was unable to complete his thoughts as Severus interrupted him.

“Come for me, Remus, come on my chest, mark me with your semen.”

With a scream, Remus did just that. The white milky substance left his body with a force he never experienced. It splashed on Severus' chest and chin, over and over; it hit the man who had brought him to this point.

Severus closed his eyes as he leaned forward to suckle the last few drops from Remus’ cock. He heard the man gasp as he pushed his tongue into the considerably tender slit. Until, with a tremendous effort, Severus was pushed away and found himself with arms full of a panting werewolf.



He found himself on the stoop of Remus’ home. Before Lucius was executed (may his soul burn) he supposedly had left Remus a sizable fortune. The truth, Severus knew, was that Draco wanted Harry happy, and Remus being able to live decently would make Harry happy. The little house on the Hogwart's edge of town was adequate. Remus had moved to be closer to Severus and Harry.

Sighing, he opened the door to find Remus sitting in front of a roaring fire. He was drinking a glass of wine and staring into the flames. Severus took off his outer robes, leaving only his casual clothes and crossed the floor. Reaching, he softly touched the face of the man who leaned into the touch. “I’ll get a glass and join you…” Severus told him as continued across the floor.

Pouring the wine, he returned to Remus. Relaxing beside him, knowing that there was a long evening tonight, but tomorrow he did not have to return to the castle unless there was another emergency, which he would seriously consider ignoring. “How are you?” He asked Remus.

“Not good actually. A little lost and wondering what I have done to my Godson.” He mused as he took a sip of the wine.

“It would seem to me, as it did when Albus released your memories, that you made and kept a promise to a very good friend. If it had not been you, I am sure it would have been Lucius or someone equally up to the task.” Remus nodded and leaned into the dark haired man, who accepted him with grace.

“It’s just that today, I not only saw him, and I had to assess that what exactly was happening to cause him to do the things he did.” Turning to look into the face of the man, he said, “That Auror Maples gave me a note today. I am a bit… disturbed by it.”

Severus raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

“Here’s the note, if you would care to read it.” Severus took it and unfolded the parchment.

Remus,

We must meet soon. I have spent time with Harry at the hospital trying to be sure he was going to recover from the events of the summer. I hope that time was not in vain. Many interesting things have been uncovered in the Department of Mysteries and I believe that they will benefit Harry.

I have pages and pages of texts that, while I am adequate to the task of disarming a fugitive or babysitting a teenager, I find that I am out of my league with this level of Research. There are laws being proposed that will fundamentally remove Harry Potter’s legacy and power base if allowed to be enacted. I am at a loss as to how to proceed.

I refuse to believe that you are the ‘other trainer’ and I have it on good authority that it was not Lucius Malfoy either.

If possible, could you meet me somewhere private? Please let me know when and where.

--Stephen.



Severus read the letter several times over, looking for a ‘chink’ or hint as to what the man had discovered, he found very little. “Remus, what will you do?”

Still gazing into the fire, he answered, “No idea. I know eventually I will meet him and get the information being offered, but I feel like there is just a missing piece of this puzzle and I can’t continue on until I have it put in its proper place.”

“Such as?”

“Am I Harry’s trainer?” That was forefront on him heart since that afternoon. “How could I have agreed to do this to Harry? I hate servitude. Being a werewolf has always limited my choices and I cannot believe I would have agreed to such a thing.” He leaned back into his lover’s embrace.

Severus’ breath ghosted across his ear. “Perhaps you should meet this Auror and get the information he is offering. It would be better than the speculation you currently feel.”


Remus shivered as he heard Severus’ analytical side come out. Turning, he looked into the obsidian eyes, searching for something there. Finding the desire he sought, he said, “I don’t want to talk about it right now. Perhaps tomorrow, but tonight, make love to me. Push inside of me and let me feel you love me.”

“I would be honored, but not on the floor. I am too old to fall asleep on this hard surface. Perhaps a bath then I could worship you properly, on the four poster bed, with my name on your lips as you cum?” He asked silkily.

And though the water was hot and bubbly with candles hovering around, the men talked long into the night, which was what Remus needed. They came to a decision and would finalize that plan tomorrow. When they finished their bath, Remus rose, held his hand out to Severus, who took it, and followed his lover into the room in which Severus made all his sexual fantasies come true.