Mystères Érotiques
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
8,041
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30
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The Contract
Author’s Note: Firstly, many many thanks to anyone who has or who is planning to review this fic. I really like to know someone is reading this stuff! Hope you enjoy!
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The Contract
Sirius Black was lying in bed morosely watching the dark ceiling. It was late morning, and Sirius had not left his bed yet. The mildewed drapes were closed tightly, blocking even the most intrepid ray of light from reaching the gloom of the House of Black. Sirius had not in fact slept at all. He was not sure, really, what day it was, but it didn't matter. Thursday or Sunday, he didn't have an option of going anywhere, doing anything, seeing anything or anyone besides Order members. It would be a mercy to have a distraction from his own impotence to do anything of use or value, trapped-- a wanted man in a prison of memory.
Before he had time to swing into another wave of this old internal melodrama, there was a sharp rapping at the door. Sirius lay immobilized for a moment before curiosity got the best of him. Sirius slid off the bed, running a hand through his unruly, tangled hair. He opened the door.
It had been Molly Weasley who had been knocking. She jumped at the sight of Sirius. Disheveled as he normally was, he looked the worst yet--it looked as if he hadn't properly washed in several days at least, his clothes wrinkled, stained and giving off a musky scent. Molly took a deep breath to compose herself.
"You had owl post today," she said briskly, handing him a rolled parchment, which was tied with a lavish red satin bow.
Sirius' eyes took on a noticible sparkle at the sight of the letter. "Is it...?" He seemed to ask himself as he hastily grabbed the parchment, unceremoniously ripping off the bow. Molly was watching him closely with pursed lips. Sirius' face lit up as he scanned the letter. He glanced at Molly with a silly, boyish grin that eased the deep stress lines in his handsome face.
"I got one too," Molly said stiffly, crossing her arms uncomfortably.
Sirius looked surprised. "You've been to--?"
"Of course I have Sirius, don't be silly," she said quickly. "I wasn't always Mrs. Weasley, mother of seven, you know. I haven't gotten one in years and years."
"Are you going?" Sirius asked eagerly.
Molly avoided Sirius' gaze, maintaining a haughty look of disapproval. "Well, I don't know, honestly, Sirius. I'm Mrs. Weasley, mother of seven," she said plainly.
"Come on Molly," Sirius said with unusual warmth, "you can't turn down Madam Gwynne." The two exchanged a long, knowing look. Finally, Molly looked away, now wringing her hands a bit.
"I'd be a fool not to go, wouldn't I be?" Molly said softly.
"Yes," Sirius said emphatically.
Molly threw her hands up as if in defeat. "Alright, I'll go. But Sirius--"
Sirius placed his hands firmly on Molly's shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes. "Don't even say it, Molly. It's in the rules. What happens at Caché Aimé never happened. Don't even worry about it," he said sincerely. Molly looked greatly relieved. She smiled at Sirius finally, patting a hand he had on her shoulder.
"I'm happy you were invited, Sirius. You deserve a good party," Molly said honestly. Sirius nodded appreciatively. "I wonder what I'm going to wear!" Molly giggled as she turned to leave.
Madam Gwynne's letter still clutched tightly in his hand, Sirius watched Molly go, looking at her a little bit differently now than he had ever before, and thinking it didn't matter much what she chose to wear. He then read the note written in fine script:
My Dear Sirius,
It has been too many years from the last time you attended a Caché Aimé party. I know the position you are in darling, but I would be severely disappointed if you weren't able to find a way to get to Mystères Érotiques Thursday evening.
As soon as you are able, sign the contract and send it back. Hastily now, Sirius! Where lovers are concerned, time is a sword!
With so much Amour,
Gwen
Laughing barkingly, hands slightly unsteady, Sirius shuffled the sheets of parchment so that he was looking at the contract. Not bothering to read it, he turned into his room, intent on finding a quill and signing immediately.
The Contract of The Caché Aimé
I hereby affirm, being in full possession of my free will and sanity, that I will adhere to the following rules of conduct when engaging in the Caché Aimé.
1- I will accept the Initiation Potion in full trust of Madam Gwynne's intentions. I will submit fully to Madam Gwynne's authority whenever she chooses to invoke it.
2 - I will fully respect the other party attendees. I will not inhibit any person's free will, damage their emotional body, harbor hostility, or cast malicious spells.
3 - I agree that whatever happens inside of Mystères Érotiques stays a mystery.
Sirius hastily scrawled a signature. Thursday was only the day after tomorrow.
.
Sirius Black was lying in bed morosely watching the dark ceiling. It was late morning, and Sirius had not left his bed yet. The mildewed drapes were closed tightly, blocking even the most intrepid ray of light from reaching the gloom of the House of Black. Sirius had not in fact slept at all. He was not sure, really, what day it was, but it didn't matter. Thursday or Sunday, he didn't have an option of going anywhere, doing anything, seeing anything or anyone besides Order members. It would be a mercy to have a distraction from his own impotence to do anything of use or value, trapped-- a wanted man in a prison of memory.
Before he had time to swing into another wave of this old internal melodrama, there was a sharp rapping at the door. Sirius lay immobilized for a moment before curiosity got the best of him. Sirius slid off the bed, running a hand through his unruly, tangled hair. He opened the door.
It had been Molly Weasley who had been knocking. She jumped at the sight of Sirius. Disheveled as he normally was, he looked the worst yet--it looked as if he hadn't properly washed in several days at least, his clothes wrinkled, stained and giving off a musky scent. Molly took a deep breath to compose herself.
"You had owl post today," she said briskly, handing him a rolled parchment, which was tied with a lavish red satin bow.
Sirius' eyes took on a noticible sparkle at the sight of the letter. "Is it...?" He seemed to ask himself as he hastily grabbed the parchment, unceremoniously ripping off the bow. Molly was watching him closely with pursed lips. Sirius' face lit up as he scanned the letter. He glanced at Molly with a silly, boyish grin that eased the deep stress lines in his handsome face.
"I got one too," Molly said stiffly, crossing her arms uncomfortably.
Sirius looked surprised. "You've been to--?"
"Of course I have Sirius, don't be silly," she said quickly. "I wasn't always Mrs. Weasley, mother of seven, you know. I haven't gotten one in years and years."
"Are you going?" Sirius asked eagerly.
Molly avoided Sirius' gaze, maintaining a haughty look of disapproval. "Well, I don't know, honestly, Sirius. I'm Mrs. Weasley, mother of seven," she said plainly.
"Come on Molly," Sirius said with unusual warmth, "you can't turn down Madam Gwynne." The two exchanged a long, knowing look. Finally, Molly looked away, now wringing her hands a bit.
"I'd be a fool not to go, wouldn't I be?" Molly said softly.
"Yes," Sirius said emphatically.
Molly threw her hands up as if in defeat. "Alright, I'll go. But Sirius--"
Sirius placed his hands firmly on Molly's shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes. "Don't even say it, Molly. It's in the rules. What happens at Caché Aimé never happened. Don't even worry about it," he said sincerely. Molly looked greatly relieved. She smiled at Sirius finally, patting a hand he had on her shoulder.
"I'm happy you were invited, Sirius. You deserve a good party," Molly said honestly. Sirius nodded appreciatively. "I wonder what I'm going to wear!" Molly giggled as she turned to leave.
Madam Gwynne's letter still clutched tightly in his hand, Sirius watched Molly go, looking at her a little bit differently now than he had ever before, and thinking it didn't matter much what she chose to wear. He then read the note written in fine script:
My Dear Sirius,
It has been too many years from the last time you attended a Caché Aimé party. I know the position you are in darling, but I would be severely disappointed if you weren't able to find a way to get to Mystères Érotiques Thursday evening.
As soon as you are able, sign the contract and send it back. Hastily now, Sirius! Where lovers are concerned, time is a sword!
With so much Amour,
Gwen
Laughing barkingly, hands slightly unsteady, Sirius shuffled the sheets of parchment so that he was looking at the contract. Not bothering to read it, he turned into his room, intent on finding a quill and signing immediately.
I hereby affirm, being in full possession of my free will and sanity, that I will adhere to the following rules of conduct when engaging in the Caché Aimé.
1- I will accept the Initiation Potion in full trust of Madam Gwynne's intentions. I will submit fully to Madam Gwynne's authority whenever she chooses to invoke it.
2 - I will fully respect the other party attendees. I will not inhibit any person's free will, damage their emotional body, harbor hostility, or cast malicious spells.
3 - I agree that whatever happens inside of Mystères Érotiques stays a mystery.
Sirius hastily scrawled a signature. Thursday was only the day after tomorrow.
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