A Surprising Turn of Events

Disclaimer: No characters used herein belong to me, I am making no money off of this whatsoever.

Spoilers: Prisoner of Azkaban, Order of the Phoenix.

Warning: Contains graphic slash. Male on male sexual situations.

Summary: Remus and Harry have a rather surprisig afternoon. Pure PWP.

Auhor\'s Note: This was written for my friend Tara. It served no other purpose then to entertain her, but she reccomended I post it. So I sent it to my beta and got it cleaned up.

Special thanks to Gabriel, for fixing this up and putting up with me being grammatically inept.


A Surprising Turn of Events


Summer. The war was long since passed, and those who were left were picking up the pieces. Which wasn\'t exactly an unpleasant task.

Remus Lupin had happily accepted a position at Hogwarts, though fear of Dark Magic held the headmaster back from granting him a full teaching position.
But thas fis fine. He was perfectly content to help Hagrid about the grounds. It was a warm bed and three square meals a day, not to mention pocket money.

And he was among friends. Harry had declined a position on a professional Quidditch team to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Remus doubted there was anyone more qualified for the position.

Speaking of which, Remus found his gaze following a slim, black haired form across the grounds. Harry had changed since the war ended, and certainly for the better.

\"Harry!\" Remus called, straighting up from his pruning. He was trimming the hedges near the Quidditch pitch. He watched as Harry stopped and turned, gracefully. There was none of the tiredness that had become so commn thn them all, near the end.

Harry jogged towards him, his gait easy and fluid.

\"Pr...Remus!\" It was still hard for Harry to call him by his first name, obviously.

\"Hello.\" Remus smiled, suddenly and irrationally thankful that Harry was allowed this reprieve from pain. He needed time to simply *live*.

\"Where were you off to?\" he asked, leaning back against a tree. He was mildly sore, his shoulders aching with the strain of the day\'s work.

\"Oh, just gonna check on some stuff I have growing in the greenhouse. Nothing important. Why don\'t you knock off the trimming and grab a bite to eat?\" Harry\'s voice was hopeful, and he was watching him eagerly. Remus could do nothing other then agree.

\"Just let me put these away.\" Remus smiled softly, and hurried to put his clipper away. Food sounded very good, especially food in good company. Over the years, Remus had found himself growing more and more fond of James\' son. Occasionally in ways he didn\'t like thinking about too deeply.

\"Ready?\" Harry asked as Remus returned.

\"Yes, I\'m ready.\" He had to chuckle at Harry\'s enthusiasm. They had grown close, through the war. It was inevitable. Each was *almost* all the other had left. Certainly Harry was Remus\' only fond link to his past, and Remus was Harry\'s only link to his family.

\"You know what, I\'m really not all that hungry.\" Harry announced, suddenly. \"I guess I\'m just nervous about classes starting day after tomorrow.\"

\"You\'ll do fine.\" Remus reassured him, putting a friendly hand on Harry\'s arm.

\"Thanks.\" Harry smiled up at the werewolf, and Remus was reminded of those feelings he didn\'t like all that much. //He\'s James\' son...he\'s half your age. Get a hold of yourself.// It was something he told himself more and more.

\"It\'s nothing to worry about.\" Remus continued, keeping his mind occupied by talking. \"It\'s not as hard as you\'d think. And the students will respect you.\"

\"Are you sure?\" Harry grinned. It was a warm, lopsided expression that went straight to Remus\' heart.

\"I\'m sure.\" He said, softly. It had to be the impending full moon. Lunacy, he liked to call it. He was simply not himself.

\"I\'ll take your word for it.\" Harry said, flopping onto his back in the grass. \"It\'s weird to be working with you. Professionally, I mean.\" Another grin. \"But much better then....you know. The other.\"

\"Yes.\" Remus nodded. Better to be brothers in quill, than brothers in arms. And it was slightly odd to sit beside him at the faculty table, chatting amiably.

\"So... can I ask you a personal question?\" Harry voiced suddenly, propping himself up on his elbows as Remus sat down carefully.

\"I don\'t see why not.\" Remus shrugged in an offhand manner. He wasn\'t exactly a *private* person, but he didn\'t horde his secrets from those he loved. \"I can\'t promise I\'ll answer...\" A slight note of teasing crept into his voice.

\"In the like...seven years I\'ve known you, you\'ve never had a girlfriend. And I know it\'s not cause no one was interested, because Tonks *definitely* has a thing for you.\" Harry cocked his head.

\"Oh.\" Remus was rather taken aback. He hadn\'t been expecting anything of the sort. \"Well, I suppose there\'s no real *reason*,\" he said, carefully. \"I just never felt I had the time or the emotional strength to be in any form of relationship like that.\" He gave a small shrug.

\"Oh.\" Harry nodded. \"But....you do date and stuff?\"

\"I did back in school.\" Remus nodded. \"A bit. I\'ve never had a very serious relationship...well...\" He chuckled softly at his own bad joke. \"That\'s not exactly true. I\'ve never had a long lasting romantic relationship. Sirius and I went together a bit, but there was nothing to it really, other than friends who occasionally snogged.\"

\"Oh.\" Harry looked a bit surprised. \"I had no clue you guys were anything more then friends...\"

\"We really weren\'t. We went together for a few months, and we called it off for the greater good. He was never one for monogamy, and I was given to very private fits of self doubt and paranoia,\" Remus explained, \"And then after I graduated, I mainly went from one night stand to one night stand. After I was exposed as a werewolf, my sex life essentially died.\"

\"But.....?\" Harry asked, seeming interested rather then disgusted or uncomfortable. \"What about recently?\"

\"Wartime is no time to try and start a relationship.\" Remus said, solemnly. \"I suppose a small part of me was hoping that Sirius and I had changed enough to settle into something permanent. And after he passed away, I just didn\'t have it in me.\"

\"Oh.\" Harry nodded, and went quiet. It was a difficult subject, even now.

\"Why do you ask?\" Remus had no desire to spoil the rather pleasant afternoon with depressing topics.

\"Oh, I was just wondering.\" Harry shrugged, looking at the ground.

Remus half suspected Tonks had put him up to it. \'Just wondering\' was obviously not the actual answer, but he wasn\'t going to push.

\"So...what about now?\" Harry asked, looking up a bit shyly.

\"I don\'t know.\" Remus could only be honest with Harry. He honestly didn\'t know. He *did* know that he was not interested in Tonks. She was...well, a bit odd.

\"I mean...do you fancy anyone? I\'m not...I\'m just wondering....\" Harry was quick to say, and Remus raised an eyebrow.

\"Do I fancy anyone?\" He repeated. He *supposed* he fancied Harry, a bit. But he could hardly say that...

\"Yeah.\" Harry nodded. \"You don\'t have to tell me who...I mean, I\'d like to know if you did, but you don\'t *have* to tell me...\"

\"Well....\" Remus pursed his lips thoughtfully. He actually didn\'t see the harm in admitting being slightly attracted to Harry. \"I do find you rather fetching.\"

\"Really?\" Harry asked, tilting his head. \"Is fetching the same as fancying?\" He asked, green eyes twinkling mischievously.

\"They\'re very good acquaintances.\" Remus said, nodding. Well, Harry had reacted much easier then he\'d imagined.

\"Ah.\" Harry nodded. \"Well, that\'s rather good, actually.\"

\"Oh?\"

\"Seeing as how I\'m rather certain I fancy you...\"

Well. That took Remus by complete surprise. Never would he have guessed *that* was the reasoning behind Harry\'s line of questioning. //Why in the world does he fancy me? He can do far better...//

\"You okay, Remus? You look a little sick...\"

\"No, you just surprised me.\" He admitted.

\"It\'s hard to do that, isn\'t it?\" Harry asked scooting forward.

\"Just a bit, yes.\" Remus sighed, still not entirely certain what he should do.

\"Well, once you\'ve gotten over your shock, let me know.\" Harry said, sitting up properly.

\"Why?\" Remus asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

\"So I can do this.\" And with that, Remus froze. Harry was leaning in, lips brushing over his in a rather light kiss. Oh. My.

\"Oh.\" Remus said. \"My.\" He was amazed at his own eloquence.

Harry just grinned, leaning his arm casually on his knee. That had been completely unexpected, though certainly not unwelcome.

\"That was rather unexpected.\" Remus voiced, smoothing his robes over his lap.

\"Shall I warn you next time?\" Harry asked.

\"Yes, I think that may be a good idea.\" Remus responded with just as much cheek. \"At least until I\'m used to it.\"

\"So you want to get used to it?\" Harry asked, licking his lips in a manner which very much made Remus wish he\'d kiss him again.

\"Yes...I suppose I do.\" The admission caught him off guard. But why not? The war was over, Harry was a mature young man who obviously had no qualms about a relationship whatsoever. And Remus had been alone far too long...

\".\" .\" Harry said, nodding. \"I\'m gonna kiss you again, okay?\"

\"Okay.\" Remus said, smiling as Harry\'s lips brushed over his again, more firmly this time. And this time he was able to return the gesture.

He closed his eyes, moving his lips against Harry\'s. He was rather amazed at the deftness of those lips. Where had Harry learned how to kiss like that? But all thoughts were swept outhis his mind as Harry\'s tongue traced along the lines of his lips, seeking entrance.

\"This okay?\" Harry asked, pulling away slightly. Remus had to laugh.

\"Harry, I\'m forty years old. I assure youettyetty much anything you do will be quite fine. I may not have had any meaningful relationships, but I\'m certainly not a blushing virgin.\"

\"Oh.\" Harry flushed a bit at Remus\' words. \"Sorry.\"

\"It\'s fine. But I think we\'d best move this somewhere a bit more private. I\'d rather not have, oh, say Severus chance upon us in the middle of the grounds making out.\"

\"Yeah...\" Harry nodded, kissing Remus once before lightly springing to his feet. \"My rooms or yours?\"

\"Mine.\" Remus decided. He\'d be a bit more comfortable in familiar territory. He led Harry quickly and silently to his rooms, trying very hard not to think along the way.

He closed the door behind them, and hardly had time to lock it before Harry was turning him around again.

\"You\'re rather aggressive...\" Remus said, surprise in his voice. Harry laughed, and flushed again.

\"Sorry.\"

\"No, it\'s quite all right. I just...wasn\'t expecting it.\" Of course, Remus had no idea what Harry was like sexually. He had always assumed-in a vague, offhand way-that Harry would be rather shy and reserved.

\"Okay.\" Harry nodded, and pressed himself against Remus‘, lips finding his. Harry\'s tongue was far more insistent this time, and Remus gladly opened his mouth to it.


He closed his eyes, sliding his tongue eagerly along Harry\'s. How could he have ever doubted this? He needed this-whatever \'this\' turned out to be. Harry\'s hands were on his shoulders, then around his waist, molding them tightly together.

\"Where....exactly are you expecting this to go?\" Remus panted, breathlessly, as Harry moved from his lips down to his neck. He was out of breath already, just from a few minutes of heated kissing.

\"Bed.\" Harry said. \"At least, sort of.\" He mumbled, licking along Remus\' throat. \"Not sex or anything, but...you know.\"

No, Remus didn\'t know. He had no idea what Harry had planned. He supposed he\'d have to simply wait and see.

It wasn\'t long before Harry had his robes off and on the floor. His own weren\'t far behind. Now, pressed together with only a few layers of material, it was clear Harry was enjoying this as much as Remus was.

Remus shuddered as Harry’s hands slid down his chest, and back up underneath his jumper. Harry\'s palms were warm and smooth over his stomach, and he let out a gasp as Harry sought higher, teasing sensitive flesh. It seemed Harry was no blushing virgin either.

Remus had to wonder just how long Harry had been harboring a fancy for him. His actions and intensity led the werewolf to believe this wasn\'t a spur of the moment decision. But again, it became very difficult to think. Harry\'s hand had travelled downward, resting firmly against Remus\' almost painful arousal. Even through his jeans and boxers, he could feel the heat of Harry\'s hand.


\"Harry...\" Remus moaned, without even thinking. He was hard and breathless and beyond any form of coherent thought.


\"You\'re pretty quiet, you know th" Ha" Harry asked, suddenly. He grinned, and Remus thought he would pass out as Harry dropped to his knees and began unfastening his jeans.

No, Harry was most definitely not inexperienced. Remus shivered as Harry\'s deft hands slipped his jeans down, and slid into his boxers.

\"But that\'s fine.\" Harry continued, voice as calm and controlled as though he were discussing the weather, or the House Cup. Remus felt his eyes rolling back at the feel of Harry\'s bare palm against his naked arousal. He whimpered as Harry stroked him slowly.

Quiet. Well yes, Remus had always been rather quiet. His breathing hitched, as Harry hit a sensitive spot near the base of his erection. Fingers ran over that spot again and again, until suddenly they stopped. He nearly screamed in frustration!

\"What’s wrong?\" Harry asked, cheerfully. As if he didn\'t know! Remus decided then and there that Harry Potter was a tease.

\"Nothing at all.\" Remus mumbled, drawing Harry to his feet and pulling him into a fierce kiss. He ground himself against his young partner, feeling Harry stiffen and moan into his mouth. Oh, that was a wonderful sound!


He moved Harry awkwardly to the bed, pushing him down onto it. He could be just as much a tease as Harry.


\"You\'re quite pretty when you\'re like this.\" Remus said as conversationally as he could. He urged Harry\'s shirt up, running his tongue over the younger man\'s smooth stomach. He felt Harry\'s hips buck and twitch, and he caressed him roughly through his pants.


Fingers working quickly, Remus made short work of Harry\'s trousers and boxers. He was going to do this right. He paused a moment, just looking down at Harry. He looked positively pornographic, his trousers down and his shirt ridden up like that. It sent a primal surge through Remus, and he felt a low growl rising in his throat.

\"What?\" Harry asked, looking nervous suddenly.


\"Nothing.\" Remus shook his head, smiling softy. \"You\'re simply beautiful.\" He stretched out over Harry, capturing his lips in a quick kiss.

He moved down Harry\'s body, kissing and licking. He ran his tongue over Harry\'s stomach, down his thigh, teasingly. He licked his lips, and ran his tongue lightly over Harry\'s shaft. He had the satisfaction of feeling his young lover quiver from his attentions.

He had to remember what he was doing. He took Harry into his mouth, flexing the muscles in hs throat. He tightened and relaxed, feeling Harry arch into his mouth, hearing him gasp.

He ran his tongue along Harry\'s erection, pressing at sensitive spots. Harry was *not* quiet, in the least. He writhed and panted and moaned and gasped. Remus could feel him twitching, and immediately pulled away.

\"Remus...\" Harry exclaimed, looking practically scared.

\"What?\" Remus asked, innocently, and saw Harry\'s look of confusion turn to one of pure malice. All in good humor, of course. Harry locked his legs around Remus\' waist, pulling him down so their bodies rubbed against each other.

\"You\'re a bastard...\" Harry muttered, and Remus just gasped as their erections brushed together. But it wasn\'t quite enough.

\"Occasionally,\" Remus agreed, squirming out of his boxers. He reached his hand dowb between their bodies to take them both in hand. No more games.


Remus held them firmly as both he and Harry moved against each other. It was sweet torture really, and he knew neither one of them could last very long. He\'d simply been without for too long, and Harry had been very close to climax when Remus had stopped.


\"I\'m..almost there...\" Harry exclaimed, hands clawing at Remus\' back. Remus just nodded. He could hold out, just a few minutes longer...no he couldn\'t. He found his peak with a strangled cry, feeling Harry follow a few moments later. They collapsed together in a jumble, sweaty and sticky and thoroughly exhausted.


Remus sighed. That had been....unexpected was an understatement. Harry was lying under him, half naked and sated. He had never even allowed his fantasies to get this far! Not that he was complaining of course...


\"You okay?\" Harry asked, his hand dropping limply onto Remus\' back. The werewolf nodded, closing his eyes. He couldn\'t speak. //Sirius would kill you...James would kill you...// Well, maybe that was a strong word. He imagined they\'d understand. They\'d probably even be happy for him. He knew Sirius would be...

\"I\'m fine.\" He said, tilting his head up to kiss Harry gently. Yes, he was fine. Or at least he would be, now. He smiled softly to himself, meeting Harry\'s eyes.

\"Just...surprised.\"

The End