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 money 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 heard Hermione scream and looked up to see the surface of the ward getting whiter and whiter. Heat began rolling off the pearlescent surface. He stared at it, transfixed, knowing it was dangerous but feeling oddly hypnotized by the intensity.

He was still gawking, mesmerized, when something hit him hard and he was flung to the ground. The body kept going, rolling him sideways until they were several feet away from the inesceescent dome, and coming to a stop crouched protectively on top of him. The body was also slanted slightly toward the light, between Harry and danger.

He could feel a flash of heat from the other side of the other body as the ward exploded in a brilliant flash of heat and light. He hid his face in the shoulder of the person lying atop him, scarcely breathing. Feathery hair tickled his ear as a face mashed into the side of his skull, hot breath prickling his scalp. The heat and the noise went on for endless minutes, as he huddled under the heavy weight of his unknown protector.

After a long moment the forest was quiet again. Harry could feel see afterimages behind his eyes, but he sensed that the night had become dark again.

“Fuhhhck.” Someone breathed in his ear.

Harry opened his eyes, thanks on his lips, and froze.

Spread-eagled on top of him, grey eyes glittering and intent, lay Draco Malfoy.

* * * *

The invisible wall was gone! The humans were out there, invading his territory. Moony could hear his Other, shouting and making noises in the back of his head, but fear-smell pervaded the night and Mooney looked out the window and saw prey.

Rendtearkilleatteareatkill

Gathering himself, he sprung for the window.


* * * *


Hermione, running madly behind Ron, snuck a look back. A graceful shape shattered Hagrid’s window and began to lope after them, sinuous and deadly. She faced straight ahead, and ran as fast as she could.

She had the sinking fear it wasn’t going to be fast enough.


* * * *


Time had gotten stuck, somewhere along the way. Harry was aware that he hadn’t taken a breath in far too long, but he was too busy staring at Malfoy.

Everything stood out in sharp relief; gray eyes, watchful and wary, but with a spark of humour lurking behind the caution; fine white hair, desperately in need of a haircut, falling down over a pale forehead; a tiny scar running from pouting pink lower lip to the tip of a pointed chin; a trail of blond fuzz almost invisible to anyone else, outlining the bow-shaped upper lip and making Draco’s mouth look soft and…

The sound of glass shattering broke his reverie. Both Draco and Harry jerked their heads up. They scrambled to their feet, uncertainty and confusion written in broad strokes across both faces.

“Hermione…” Harry began, but Draco cut him off.

“No time, Potter.” Draco bolted for the woods behind them.

Harry whirled around to stare after him, jaw dropping. “MALFOY!”

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

Fucking coward.

He felt like he’d been kicked in the gut, but he didn’t know why. Why was he surprised? This was Malfoy, for Merlin’s sake.

It was just that…for a split second, tucked under that lean body, he’d felt…safe.

Hermione screamed again.

Harry took off running, praying he wouldn’t be too late.

He came around the house and his heart sank. Moony was gaining on the small shapes in the distance, and there was no possible way he could run that fast. Everything was going wrong. He drew his wand, not at at all if he could hurl a spell at the distance he was at, but unwilling to watch his dearest friends die without at least trying to save them.

Whooosh!!

A broomstick hovered in front of him, like a gift from the gods themselves. A hood made of nothing was flung back to reveal a bright blonde head and sharp grey eyes hovering in the air above the quivering broom.

“For Merlin’s sake, Potter, get the fuck on!”

Harry didn’t argue. “I’m driving.” He could feel the other boy’s thin frame jolt with surprised laughter as he climbed in front and sped off toward his friends.

Warm breath tickled his ear. “Fucking Gryffindors.”

And despite the sour fear churning in his belly, for a moment Harry felt inexplicably happy.


* * * *

Snape and Hagrid stumbled through the Floo, taking in the empty hut, the smashed window and the absence of werewolf with varying degrees of panic.

Hagrid mumbled “No, no, no, no.” and leapt for the door, Snape right behind him.

“Sweet Lady of the Lake.” Snape breathed. “Dumbledore’s ward is down.”

They stared in horror as the furred beast gained on the two figures in dis distance. Hagrid cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted “Professor!” He sounded hoarse, like sound hurt his throat.

Snape gripped his arm. “Look.” He pointed at the sky above the werewolf. A dark-haired figure on a broom hurtled toward the bounding creature.

“Harry.” Hagrid said, reverently.

Snape’s knuckles were white as he gripped Hagrid tighter. He muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Hagrid to hear, “If that boy kills himself, I’m going to boil him slowly, Hagrid. Mark my words. ”

Hagrid patted his shoulder absently.

“There, there, Professor Snape. There, there.”

* * * *

They tore through the sky, for once united in the air. Harry could feel Draco’s thighs, warm and solid around his hips and Draco’s chest expanding with every breath. Something sang inside him, and he felt like he could move mountains.

“That’s my cloak you’re wearing, Malfoy!” Harry shouted. Draco’s mouth, pressed into his shoulder, curved into another smile.

“You can take it off me later, Potter!” he shouted back, and Harry dived for the furry back beneath him, feeling Draco tilt and lean like they shared a mind.

Moony was almost on top of Hermione and Ron. They skimmed down like hummingbirds, gravity optional, and Draco leaned one elegant floating hand down, grasped the furry werewolf tail and held on tight. Harry grabbed the arm around his middle, tilted the nose of the broom straight up, and for a minute, they were fighting the pull of 140 pounds of werewolf.

Then Draco let go and Harry twisted into a loop and brought them back around, flying close enough to the wolf that he pounced, missing them by a fraction of an inch.

“I think we got his attention!” Draco yelled in his ear

“Great!” Harry shouted back. “Now what?”

Draco choked, sniggering into the warm muscles of Harry’s back.

“’Piss off the werewolf’ was your entire plan?” he yelled. “Fucking Gryffindors!”

A hand materialized next to Harry’s cheek. “Get him back to the hut. We’ve got to contain him long enough for Granger and Weasley to get inside.”

There was a beat.

“Or, at the very least, “ he drawled dryly, “Granger.”

“Fuck you, Malfoy!” Harhouthouted, grinning, and Draco’s silvery laugh trailed behind them as they corkscrewed into a new flight vector, flying back toward the hut, furious werewolf hot on their tail.

* * * *


Rendtearkilleatteareatkill

The flying prey was just in front of him. He ran, feeling the wind move and sing around him, desiring nothing more than meat at the end of the hunt.

But there was something buzzing in his ear. The sound of the Other, growing louder.

No. Nothing was stronger than prey-drive.

Rendtearkilleatteareatkill


* * * *


“Get back in the hut.” Snape ordered tersely, watching the snarling werewolf head toward them. His body felt huge and strange, awkward in his fear. He grasped Hagrid’s shirt with almost nerveless fingers and tugged.

“No, Professor,” Hagrid said shortly. “I’ll not run. Either I’ve done my job ‘r I haven’t. Either way, Dumbledore’s spells are still on Moony’s mouth ‘n claws. I can’t get infected, and I won’t abandon ‘im. It’s not my way.” He put his hand around Snap loo looking deeply into the other man’s black eyes. “I’ll make it right, Severus. You’ll see.”

Snape was scarcely aware of his own actions as he grabbed the front of Hagrid’s robes and pressed a kiss against his lips. It was a gentle kiss, barely the pressure of one set of lips against another, but Hagrid brought his large, rough hand up and cd thd the side of Snape’s face, prolonging it.

They both pulled away reluctantly.

“For…” Snape panted, nervously smoothing Hagrid’s robes where his clutching fingers had creased them, “…for luck.”

“Thank yeh.” Hagrid breathed, staring into Snape’s eyes. He licked his lips, looking down at Snape’s mouth for a moment, then flickering back up again.

“Will yeh trust me?” he said softly.

Snape could only nod, his fear of what was outside the hut and his fear of what was inside himself conspiring to overwhelm him.

Hagrid smiled, a smile as huge as the man himself. He whirled around, took three strides to the very edge of the hut’s doorway and threw back his head.

“SIT!!”


* * * *

re wre were two distinct ‘thump’s.

* * * *


“Not you, Severus,” Hagrid said kindly, making his way out the door to the werewolf sitting still in the dirt outside.

* * * *


“Bloody hell. Did you see that?” Draco breathed.

“I wouldn’t have believed it.” Haraid,aid, bringing the broom up and around to take another gawking pass. “We’ve got to go help him.”

“Oh, no, Potter.” Draco’s body stiffened up. “We’ve got to get you back to the land where good little Gryffindors live.” His hands slid down Harry’s body and clenched on hisghs.ghs.

“W-why?” Harry hoped the Slytherin hadn’t caught his muffled gasp. Draco’s hot hands on his body were enough to shatter his concentration, now that the danger had passed.

“First of all, I imagine every teacher in school is going to be doing a head count right about now…”

“Bloody hell.”

“Except for Snape,” Draco continued, “Who, if I’m not mistaken, was in the hut back there with Hagrid.”

Draco’s hot, distracting hands slid down Harry’s thighs and grasped the broomstick right in front of his rapidly swelling cock. Draco was now plastered against Harry’s back, and he could feel the blonde’s own erection nestled just at the crack of his ass. Harry felt lightheaded and impossibly turned on.

“Home, Potter.”

Harry took some comfort in the fact that even Draco sounded a little breathless. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, visualized Filch naked, and headed back toward the main castle.


* * * *


Snape emerged from the Floo with no little trepidation. He carried a steaming goblet of Wolfsbane before him, held tight-knuckled in both hands, like a votive offering to some capricious god. Steeling himself he glided over to the table where Hagrid sat, Moony’s head resting on one massive thigh as the werewolf sat, impossible docile, between his legs.

“Yeh want to pet ‘im?” Hagrid sounded eager, but Snape had reached the end of his…understanding.

“I feel perfectly fulfilled watching from a distance, thank you.” he said crisply, setting the goblet down with a small click! next to Hagrid. He swirled his robes and sat down, watching the beast with narrowed eyes.

“I sent word to Dumbledore,” he added as Hagrid picked up the cup. “He should be arriving momentarily.”

Hagrid nodded, but his full attention was on the whining wolf on his floor. Moony whimpered and turned away from the cup. Bad water!

“C’mon, boy.” Hagrid crooned, attempting to hold Moony’s muzzle. Moony twisted and shifted restlessly, avoiding the cup.

Hagrid looked grim. “He knows he’s supposed to drink, Prof – Severus.” Hagrid shook Moony’s muzzle sternly. “He just don’t want to.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” Snape bit out. The fear was rapidly subsiding as the once fearsome werewolf acted more and more like a spoiled house pet every minute. Not allowing himself time to think about the ramifications of his actions, Snape strode over to the other side of Hagrid and took firm hold of Moony’s muzzle himself.

“I have had just about enough of this. You will drink the damn potion. Now.”

* * * *


Moony recognized the scent of the water bearer. He brought the bad water and he smelled like soil and rain and mold and secrets. He was powerful and big and he was more a master of dark places than Moony. Moony thought of him as the Night Master.

Moony had smelled him before, a long time ago, but he was much less afraid now. Then he was a manling, not at all awake. Now he oozed dark, like the nights when the Lady sleeps, and everything is born again under the earth.

Moony wasn’t sure why His Big Man and the Night Master wanted him to drink the bad water, but he recognized the authority in the Night Master’s grip. This was another pack leader, not as fearsome as Lightning on Water, but to be respected nonetheless.

He whined a little in submission and opened his mouth obediently, the steaming liquid pouring down his throat.


* * * *

Harry thrust the school broom back in the straw of the owlry, figuring now was not the time to try to sneak it back into the school. Flying over he had spotted Ron and Hermione coming this way, so he figured he had no more than a few minutes before they got there.

He looked at Malfoy, clutching the invisibility cloak nervously and said the first thing that came to mind.

“What the fuck?”

Draco’s shoulders remained tight as he began to smirk. “You Gryffindors. So eloquent.”

“No,” Harry said, determined not to be sidetracked. “Really, Draco. What the fuck?”

Draco sighed and looked down at his feet. His shoulders relaxed just enough to slump into a defeated posture, wholly unlike his usual arrogant stance.

“Short version?” he asked, and the corner of his mouth still curled upward but now his words had a bitter undertone.

Harry just nodded, wanting to take his cloak back but not wanting to stop Draco’s narrative. His entire world had just turned inside out; he needed to understand why.

“I heard you lot, you know.” Draco said, “Weasley said I didn’t have the magic.” He looked up with sharp, almost angry eyes. “S’noue, ue, you know. S’not.” His voice was rising and Harry could see frustration in the white lines of his fingerbones, the newly determined set to his shoulders.

“I may not be ‘The Boy Who Lived’ but I’m a damn good wizard, and just because my father’s got his nose stuck up You-Know-Who’s arsehole, it doesn’t mean I can’t do something every now and then to help someone. “

“Your father…” Harry begun, then didn’t quite know where he wanted to go from there.

“My father…”Draco pressed his lips together. “I’ve heard some pretty wild stories about your father, back in his Hogwarts days.” His voice was filled with innuendo.

Harry felt a jolt of anger; his eyes narrowed. He was still reconciling his less-than-heroic view of his father as seen through Snape’s mind with the image he had created his first few years, but at the end of the day he still thought of his dad as legendary. He opened his mouth to throw something cutting and ugly out, but Draco made a sharp movement, flinging his hand up and Harry stopped. He took a deep breath, willfully remembering a warm body holding him protectively.

Draco looked at him, silver-grey eyes opaque. “Let’s just say you’re not your father,” he suggested, and his words were expressionless, matter-of-fact, “and I’m not mine.”


Harry felt turned around, more upside down than he had ever been on a broom. “What were you doing out there?”

Draco lifted one white eyebrow. “Trying to get though the ward.” He said lightly. “Between your ward-spell and mine, I think we overloaded it.”

“Why?” Harry was lost.

“Well,” Draco scratched his head, “I think I was using a binding spell, along with a potion that would have allowed me to slip through the wards…”

“No.” Harry interrupted. “Why were you trying to get through the wards?”

Draco rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Look. We’ve had fuck-all for DADA teachers here, starting with that ineffectual twit Quirrel, moving on to the moronic Lockhart, and visiting both the criminally insane and the criminally ambitious along the way. “ he shrugged. “Lupin’s the only half-way decent teacher we ever had.”

Harry realized suddenly that at some point during Draco’s confession he had drifted closer to his erstwhile enemy. The memory of Draco’s warm, lean form moving in tandem with his made his back feel colder now, uncovered and bare. He felt drawn towards the source of his earlier warmth. And to the memory of Draco’s hands on his thighs.

Malfoy looked up through his eyelashes, quirking his mouth again. “It would have been sort of a triumph, you know? To successfully break the spell. No one would have known it was me, but at least everybody, everybody would have known it wasn’t you.”

Draco was watching him closely, his face giving nothing away, but again Harry felt like he could read Malfoy’s hands where they gripped the shimmery cloak, and his shoulders, one of which was higher than the other, giving Draco an uncertain stance.

He realized abruptly that Draco had stopped talking.

“I’m listening.” Harry mumbled, and Draco laughed, high and wild, as Harry reached oud grd gripped his shining blond head in one hand, using the fingers of his other to touch the pouty mouth he’d been wanting to touch for eons now.

Draco put a hand on Harry’s chest and curved the other around his hip. “You can’t tell anyone I was out there, Potter.” He said, his seriousness undercut by his inability to tear his eyes away from Harry’s mouth. “You can’t. My father would…”

“Shut it, Draco.” Harry breathed and kissed him.

Harry found the combination of kissing Draco, holding his head and stroking his throat to be heartstoppingly exciting. Draco clung to him, tipping his head back and opening his mouth like he was surrendering and Harry’s cock twitched at the very notion of plundering Draco.

Draco’s mouth was warm and wet and tasted like pumpkin juice and vodka and the leftover metallic taste of fear. He made these lovely noises in the back of his throat, little smothered half-cries that heated Harry’s blood; he ed oed on Draco’s tongue aggressively. Dimly he felt the back of his hand impact the wooden wall. Now there was resistance when he pushed on the body under his hands; he moved further in, sucking and licking at the pale flesh of Draco’s throat.

Both of Draco’s hands were knotted in Harry’s messy black hair. He was shaking all over, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the sensation of Harry. Harry was devouring him, stroking over his neck and chest, and whe gra grazed a nipple, Draco whine-gasped and opened his legs for Harry’s knee.

“Harry!”

Harry’s hands found their way under Draco’s robes, searching for bare skin. He dragged his tongue up Draco’s jaw and found his mouth again, licking and sucking the swollen lips, swallowing Draco’s sounds like water.

“Harry!”


Harry slid his hands down that heated flesh and pulled Draco closer by his hips, gasping at the incredible sensation of their groins grinding together. Draco groaned and kissed him again.

Then he put both hands against Harry’s chest and pushed.


“Harry!!”

Ron’s voice was close. Very, very close.

Harry stood panting a few feet away from Draco. His hands fisted and loosened, feeling the need to have Draco’s skin underneath them.

He took a step forward.

Draco took a step back.

Harry could see Draco shaking, shivering as if wracked by cold. They stared into each other’s eyes, grey and green both eclipsed by pupil expansion. Harry could see the red marks his mouth had made on Draco’s flesh. He wanted to lick each one and start on new ones.

Draco leaned down, grasping Harry’s cloak. He flicked his wrist, disappearing into the shimmering mass of fabric just as Hermione and Ron came barreling into the room.

“C’mon!” Hermione was determined, even though Harry could see the tracks of tears shed earlier in terror. She gathered one of his arms and began pulling him out of the owlry.

“The whole school is gathering in the Great Hall,” Ron added, taking Harry’s other arm, “If we hurry, nobody but our dorm-mates will know we were out of bed.”

“Yes, and they won’t tell.”

The two marched the dazed and confused Harry out into the night.

Harry looked back once, but there was no sign of Draco.

We are so not done, Malfoy. Harry thought as his best friends led him away. The flesh between his legs was stiff and heavy and throbbed with insistence. And somehow…it was more than that. Harry licked his lower lip, tasting Draco. The taste brought another wave of desire and longing crashing through him. Only five minutes ago he had been making out with the boy who had been his most virulent enemy just yesterday. And Harry knew he’d give the scar from his flesh to do it again.

Something had begun, this night. Something irrevocable.

Merlin only knew where it would end.


* * * *

“You were fortunate that Hagrid was able to reach some sort of understanding with your other self.” Dumbledore peered over his glasses at Remus, wrapped in one of Hagrid’s blankets and sipping tea by the fire. The gleam in Remus’ eye could almost have been a reflection of firelight.

Almost.

“I count myself fortunate in the extreme.” he rasped, his voice thick and hoarse from Moony’s exhortations. “Did you figure out the composition of the spell? What was its original intent?”

“From what we could tell, based on the reports of Hagrid and the children, the spell was most likely meant to trap Harry in an animal form. The transfiguration was only reversible if the human mind was able to regain ascendancy. Of course,” Dumbledore looked grave, “The longer he was trapped in a non-human body, the more likely the beast would ultimately take over.”

“So’s we had teh get yeh to be more human, even when yeh was the wolf.” Hagrid said, wobbling a little. He beg begun to drink his dark harsh whiskey as soon as the last vestiges of Moony melted away and Remus Lupin pulled himself up, sweaty and gleaming and naked.

Both Snape and Hagrid had frankly gawked at Lupin’s hard, scarred body, glistening with sweat in the flickering light from Hagrid’s fireplace. Both thought him more beautiful than a Pegasus in flight, all long strong limbs and golden sinews. Both had turned away, each ashamed in his own way and each quashing the longing growing inside him. Hagrid had offered refreshment, drinking deeply from his stash of home-brew, while Snape made his excuses and disappeared into his dungeons, his face tight and set. In some matters he was brutally honest with himself, and the tension between Remus and Hagrid was palpable; best to quit the field with head held high.

“Hagrid truly worked a miracle.” Dumbledore smiled, “And one I’m sure our Harry will be quite pleased about.”

“I’ll go see him tomorrow, first thing.” Remus rasped, and Dumbledore bade them both goodnight and swept through the fireplace with a twirl of robes.

Silence descended on the hut. Remus kept sipping his tea, staring into the fire. Hagrid picked up his cup, realized it was empty, and set it down again. He nervously cleared his throat.

“So…” he ced hed his throat again, “Sev – Professor Snape says you’re not here at the same time as yer…other.”

Lupin kept sipping his tea, eyes tranquilly watching the dancing flames.

“He says,” he began again, “that when yeh change, there’s no more you, only the beast.”

Lupin twitched a sardonic eyebrow, but otherwise exhibited no response.

“So…” Hagrid stood up, wearing an indecisive expression. “I should jest…you’re probably….I should go.”

He crossed the hut, getting as far as the giant-size table.

“SIT!!” Remus barked out suddenly.

Hagrid sat.

There was another long silence as Remus sipped tea and Hagrid sweated, wondering what the Professor was thinking.

Remus finally began talking, the broken and battered quality of his voice making Hagrid strain to hear him. “Professor Snape - and we’ll come back to that ‘Severus’, I can promise you that; Professor Snape is absolutely correct.”

Hagrid blinked, slow hope dawning.

“Normally,” Lupin continued, still relaxed next to the fire, “the Change comes over me and I’m nowhere, floating in the primordial soup, until the moon sets and I come tumbling back to myself.”

He drank the last sip of tea and put his cup down deliberately. It chimed against the brick and Remus smiled gently at the sound.

Standing, Remus turned to Hagrid, the small, gentle smile still in place. “This, however, was not a natural change, Hagrid.”

Hagrid swallowed. The faint ‘gulp!’ was audible in the pre-dawn stillness.

“Whoever created this curse wanted the human mind to stay, aware but trapped, an unwilling witness to whatever… depredations… the animal would… undoubtedly…perform.”

Remus stalked slowly toward Hagrid, amber eyes glowing.

Hagrid opened his mouth.

Remus pulled open the blanket surrounding his naked form.

Hagrid’s mouth stayed open, but nothing came out.

Remus’ smile grew wider. “I’ve been here, Hagrid, going to obedience school right along with Moony. You taught him to sit…”

The blanket dropped to the floor. Hagrid’s eyes bulged. He stopped breathing.

“…you taught him to come,” Remus straddled Hagrid’s lap, winking at him slyly, “useful bit of training, there…”

Remus rotated his hips, causing Hagrid to inhale sharply, “and you taught him to stay.”

Remus leaned in and buried his hands in Hagrid’s wild and bushy beard, pulling the large face toward him and kissing him deeply. Hagrid responded slowly at first, clearly unsure, but Remus teased and sucked and bit and licked and soon Hagrid was enthusiastically participating, growling a bit under his breath and stroking Remus’ back briefly.

Hagrid’s hands twitched, settling gingerly on Remus’ hips, spanning his waist and stroking the top of his ass lightly. Remus licked the corner of his mouth and pulled back to look into his happily dazed eyes.

“Not bad for the first month,” He said breathlessly. He leaned over, licking and sucking on Hagrid’s plate sized nipples, springing up firm under Hagrid’s shirt. The giant’s breathing grew erratic and he tightened his hands around Lupin’s hips, pulling their bodies together roughly.

“Yes..” choked out Remus, rotating his hips again. He grasped one of Hagrid’s hands and dragged it up his torso, settling it firmly around his neck. The other he slid around to the space between them, sucking in a strangled breath as he curled Hagrid’s thick fingers around his swollen and leaking cock. His eyes gleamed brighter and brighter and Hagrid felt stupid and dangerous with the sudden influx of desire burning through his muscles and his brain.

“Now,” Remus said roughly, his voice even thicker than before, “we’re going to work on two more commands,” he closed his eyes and began to nudge the fingers at his throat until they began to tighten.

“We’re going to work on ‘lying down’ and ‘rolling over.’”


The end