The Morning Star

A/N From 2 reviews to 0. I obviously scared my every reader away with the last chapter. Still, I quite like my writings myself and have this personal little goal to finish this story. And I am not in a slump. Thus it will continue. This is for you my future potential reader/-s and this is for my muse too :D

So, anyway, it would be a shame not to have Sirius Black in this story. Guess, what? As of now he is alive and kicking :D

P.S. A least flames would be nice...


Chapter 6

Of cats and dogs

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The meeting of the Order of the Phoenix was over. It was short, fruitless, not obligatory. The man for whose well being it has been called (the theme topic of it was ‘Finding the whereabouts of the missing Severus Snape‘) would have probably even gone so far as to call it a waste of time. Worse, he would have been right. It was a waste of time and this little fact was no mystery to the order members.

Not that it was at all strange. With only one shady anonymous tip as the source of information and the location spell still in making it was already surprising that people found so much things to discuss about. Still, be it because of wariness, distrust, guilt, affection, concern, loyalty or simple sheer and utter boredom members of the order would gather every Sunday and search for solution. This time it was Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Alastor Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Arthur, Molly and Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour who came to what Sirius Black secretly called „commemoration day for the greasy git”.

Kingsley and Nymphadora rushed back to the Ministry of Magic as soon as the meeting ended. The Mad-Eye and Dumbledore left too. But other members remained to catch up.

And that’s how two ex-marauders ended up standing in the doorway staring at each other. “I really don’t have time for your foolish games, Sirius” said Remus Lupin annoyed after unsuccessful attempts to get past the animagus who was blocking the way. Using force would have probably worked to solve the situation, but it was something Lupin really did not wish to get down to. Bickering between the duo was nothing new or unusual and had it been any other day werewolf would have pushed raven away without a second thought. The problem was, Remus knew this situation was partly his fault.

Ever since the disappearance of Severus Snape the man was working as substitute DADA professor at Hogwarts.
Teaching students was sheer pleasure and joy for him, but doing it while enduring fierce opposition from the magical community proved to be both exhausting staining and time consuming task. As things there it has been almost two months since marauders last seen each other.

“But I reaaallly miss you Remmy…” whined Sirius stabbing another arrow of guilt into Lupin’s chest. Still he was not about to give in.

“..And my little friend missed you too.” Black whispered huskily bending closer into Remus’ ear and gently nibbling it. Werewolf jumped back.

“Step aside.” Remus said with a stony face pretending to be collected, but his cheeks flushed and though he did not knew it golden lights appeared in his irises. A feeling of trepidation passed though the male. It might have been two months already since he last shared bed with his lover, but the lightning of pleasure and a tell-tale bump in his pants from a simple touch was a little bit too much.

“Reemusss…” Sirius licked his lips and started slowly unbuttoning his shirt all the while staring at the man in front of him.

A low rumble escaped Lupin’s throat and his eyes glazed as more and more of the peach colored skin showed. The male was being ensnared by his mate’s sensual and suggestive moves – the surrounding world dissolved and the reason left for vacation. Grabbing the heir of the Black House by the elbow Lupin drew him into the meeting room just as his right hand reached for the wand to cast a locking spell on the door. The wand slipped off from his fingers and fell on the floor, but the man was in no state to mind it.

Mouths clashed and tongues joined in a fierce battle. Desperately Lupin helped his mate out of the shirt that dangling wide open and moved to get off his own robe. Sirius’ hands sneaked their down Remus’ back to his bottom and the werewolf growled, slaming him against the wall, his canine teeth pressed threateningly at his windpipe.


Not releasing animagus from position he unbuttoned both of their pants and stated grinding his engorged penis at Sirius’s tight. The man gasped in surprise.

“Remus…” He exclaimed slightly winded and alarmed. “I didn’t know you wanted to…ahh…” He was cut off by the crushing kiss sucking all power, sanity and resistance away. Still Black struggled trying to get free or to get in command he was not sure anymore.

This hectic dance to completion continued till werewolf came marking his human with seed and was soon followed by him. And then Remus was full again, prepared to dominate his mate completely.
“Mister Black, mister Lupine… Missiz Weasley asked to tell you that the meal iz prep…” Veela walked into the room, gasped at the sight before her eyes and screamed “Aguamenti!”
A shower of cold water hit two male successfully interrupting their activities.
„Je suis désolé, Monsieurs! Je..I..it‘ was just a habit!“ She ran out.

Remus was first to get his act together. The golden feverish dream has fled him and he was now staring at the male bellow him. At the drenched, tattered, cum soiled clothes, at the kiss, bite and scrap marks and at the eyes bewildered, dumbfounded and relieved. It hurt.

Moreso, he was overcome with fear and guilt. No, feelings akin to those, but more intense, more primal.

„I ...I ..really... must go“ he whispered to the silence of the room and fled leaving his heart behind.


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Crows circled above her head cowing and the woman recalled that is was considered an ill omen by muggles. As of late the wizardry community’s luck must have been in a really sympathetic state. Not that she believed such nonsense. It’s just that even without the bloody birds atmosphere was foul enough. Really, it would have been really nice to finally have the first snow…

Suddenly woman’s mood lifted and she smiled. Through the downpour she could finally see her target. He was sitting on the largest rock near the Black Lake all drenched and shivering. And somehow really similar to a wet lost kitten.

“I’ve been running all over the place looking for you...had to borrow marauder’s map in the end.” Hermione breathed out sweeping wet bangs away from flushed face. “Wouldn’t have dreamed of any sane person being outside. At least put a shielding spell or something.”

Slytherin ignored her presence completely and chose to glare at the disturbed and murky surface of the lake instead.

“Siccus. Contego.”

Magical force field engulfed both teens making heavy drops bounce off before reaching them. Hermione sat on the now dry rock near the blond. “Draco…” She sighed, eyes clouding, and reached out to take his palm into hers, but the male recoiled.

“…It’s not you fault, you know” she tried again and the blond frowned. Picking up a stone he threw it into the water.

“…Slughorn clearly said to put 3 teaspoons of Dragonbreath’s grass I would have also messed up.”


“Please refrain from putting me at the same level as yourself, Mu…Granger” Malfoy sneered still not looking at her face.

Gryffindor’s eyes flashed with annoyance. Whenever it was characteristic feature of all the Slytherins or just the certain blond she did not know, but the attitude problem was really starting to get on her nerves. “Oh, I wouldn’t think of that. I am quite confident that I outgrew kindergarten level years ago. You should too.”

Malfoy sneered and glared at her, but did not reply. Instead, he picked up another unlucky stone and sent it flying. Hermione couldn’t help it, she laughed. . No wonder Draco was so spoiled. He must have been charming as a kid.

Blond looked at her both surprised and annoyed. Silently, in Malfoy certified way he asked for explanation.

“Stop moping or I’ll mess up your hairdo… And then tickle you to death. That’s only fair punishment considering, I missed 2 lessons looking for you, you baby.”

Hermione laughed again at his angry huff and then grew serious “...mistakes are unavoidable…admit that you messed up and get over it. The Draco I know is too brilliant to be put off by one stumble.”

Male’s eyes widened. As backhanded as it was, the Slytherin hadn’t expected honest praise from her. He raised his eyebrow in mock question but then, changing his mind, let it fall. Keeping the mask on was just not worth it. Not in the presence of somebody that could easily see though it. The Blond grimaced.

“…Tomorrow…” He spoke and then stopped searching in her eyes for a flash of accusation, anger, hatred or worst of all pity.

“...Tomorrow… we would have known his location, if I hadn’t screwed up. I lost us…no… him…six days, Granger. Just by not double checking the list… “Hermione opened her mouth to interrupt, but Draco waved his hand in denial. “…No, that’s not it. I made that mistake on purpose.” She gasped. “…I knew it was supposed to be 2 teaspoons, then… It just that I chose to ignore my guts… I was afraid I might be right…I didn’t want to be right… Because I feel, know that something is wrong…that it’s already too late to save him, we messed up…”

“. That’s bullshit if I ever heard one.” Hermione spoke livid, and for a moment blond feared he might be smacked Knock it off and get off your high horse, Malfoy. You are no foreseer and you know nothing. What gut feeling? The same that have read and reread the recipe at least 5 times, perhaps? Then was the last you slept or ate properly? A week ago? I doubt it. Really, all those ill habits of your stupid godfather rubbed off on you too, hadn’t they?” Slytherin tried to protest, but the woman paid it no mind. “You can’t help anyone it you are on the brink of falling apart. It is as simple as that. Rest. Or I’ll kick your ass.”

“Geez, ever heard about something called being sensitive, Granger?” smirked the blond challengingly, but it was obvious the tirade had a huge impact on him. The stiffness in Draco’s shoulder blades disappeared and haunted look left his eyes. “…Still you might be right on this one, my gallant knight in shining armor…it is nothing more but exhaustion… Be my pillow?” Another challenge. He yawned demonstratively and put his head on the Gryffindor’s lap. Or more like collapsed into it.

“Hey, stop it!” protested Hermione and tried to push him off. But, Draco tightened a hold on her waist, mumbled something dismissing those attempts and then smiled at her cheekily and daringly. ‘Do your best’ that smile said. It always did.

Blood rushed into brunette’s head and she raised her wand prepared to cast off the protective bubble and get them both soaked. It would have been a small price to pay, to get that self-satisfied look off Draco’s face. But taking in account the dark bruises bellow her favorite blond’s eyelids, the sickly grayness of his pale skin and the shivering of his body the woman let it go. If only to make sure that the Slytherin really rested, she would give in into this little whim. That is partly.

“Let us go into the room of requirement and I promise to stay with you till you fall asleep.” Hermione announced and Draco jumped on his legs not believing his years. The favor was way too easily given not to have a catch in it. Did he really look that desperate?

“But this is once in a lifetime offer so don’t get too used to it…And swear not to tell Ron about it.” He pouted, but nodded accepting the terms. The pout came out suspiciously similar to grin, though.

‘Oh, and don’t look so smug... no way will I let you sleep in my lap you spoiled spoiled kitten’ brunette thought evilly and answered Slytherin’s smile with one of her own.