Diandra

New LJ

2008-07-05T17:05:35Z

Hi F-list! Long time no speak. You may have noticed the lack of activity on this journal in the past few months. This is because I've decided to abandon this livejournal and create a new one. You can find me at my new journal, tehhonestybox, which is friend-locked, but if you tell me how I know you/ why you want to friend my journal, I'd be pleased to add you. Sorry for leaving, I just really needed a change. Thanks for your cooperation :-D I hope to talk to you all soon!

diandraxsnape @ 2008-05-04T16:28:00

2008-05-04T21:44:59Z

This is Part 5 in a 10 part series titled The Explorations of The Boys of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For series notes, please see this post.

Title: Part Five: The Legs

Rating: NC-17

Ship: James/Regulus

Word Count: 500

Warning(s): PWP and angst throughout, leg fetish

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

James Potter was a man who enjoyed legs. Most men James knew liked tits and asses; not James, he just liked legs. A bird had to be decent looking in the face, couldn’t be fat either, but if a girl with nice legs passed those requirements, James desired them.

He loved the look of them, the feel of the muscle against his tongue and hands, beneath his lips. Lily had the legs James loved; they went on forever and ever, and at the end of them was her short little skirt, just screaming to be taken off.

Lily wasn’t the only one with the legs, of course. So many of her friends had them as well, James coldnt stop staring. Even some blokes had the legs! Who would have guessed that of all the boys James knew, Regulus Black had the legs too? James couldn’t have known until he took off that long black cloak, so he had no idea what drove him to Regulus in the first place.

James guessed it was because of Regulus’ relationship with Sirius. There was something there; some unspoken bond that not even James shared with Sirius. There was something deep down, something that only loathing could mask, inside of Sirius and Regulus that allowed one to realize that they were brothers after only a single glance.

So it was jealousy, James would think to himself, that made him want Regulus so badly. James wanted that special connection with Sirius; James wanted it to be him, not Regulus, who seemed so…related to Sirius. So by fucking his younger brother, James and Sirius would be…closer. He knew it didn’t make sense, but it was better than the truth.

It was even more okay after he discovered the legs on Regulus. The first time he’d tasted those legs with his own mouth, he’d gone crazy with want. He made Regulus promise that James was the only one allowed to do whatever he wanted to Regulus. The noble, stupid Black refused to promise, which forced James only to want him more.

So to make sure that James was the only violator of Regulus, he hung around him as often as possible without being suspected of anything funny by his friends. James picked on Regulus with Sirius more than he ever had before and made a sport of making the boy’s feelings hurt. It’s what he deserves; rejecting you like that, James would say to himself whenever his conscience told him that he was being too harsh.

Too harsh, James could almost laugh at that. Regulus liked it rough, liked taking it up the ass. In fact, he liked it so much that James could get him to beg for it. That was James’ favourite thing in the whole world, besides the legs, of course.

Okay, James would finally admit to himself, I actually love him. It had nothing to do with Sirius and James knew it, but he’d never tell anyone; including and especially himself or Regulus.

Comments are always welcome and helpful.

Part Four: Eye of the Beholder

2008-04-27T18:00:08Z

This is Part in a 10 part series titled The Explorations of The Boys of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For series notes, please see this post.

Title: Part Four: Eye of the Beholder

Rating: NC-17

Ship: Remus/Severus

Word Count: 500

Warning(s): PWP and angst throughout, 69

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Remus Lupin knew beauty when he saw it. He knew that there were many different kinds of beauty; some people were blandly beautiful, some people had extreme beauty, and others were just plain gorgeous, for no apparent reason. Severus Snape was the latter, and as they say, ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’. Only those lucky enough to literally behold Snape were able to see the beauty he possessed.

His hair was not greasy, Remus wanted to scream to all of Hogwarts; it was silky, and his eyes weren’t haunting; they were enchanting. He wasn’t skinny, per se, just lean and built, which one could especially tell when Snape removed all of his robes. And what someone could also find under Snape’s robes was a very large appendage, disproportionate to his body, but in the best way possible.

Of course, what attracted Remus to Severus most was his personality. True, Snape was shrewd, bitter, and even cruel sometimes, but he was also intelligent and very proud. He was able to take care of himself, without anyone helping him. Hell, he didn’t even need friends, whereas Remus was dependent on his. Besides, Severus was one of the only people with whom Remus could make any sort of educated conversation.

Now, however, neither of the boys was interested in conversing. They were too preoccupied with giving and receiving an intense pleasure to speak, unless panting and moaning was considered a form of communication.

They understandably found it hard to talk at a time like this, especially when Severus moaned, his mouth sending vibrations through Remus’ cock, making Remus moan in turn and sending the same waves through Severus. It was a vicious circle and they both loved it.

In fact, Remus loved it just about as much as he loved Severus himself. The boy was the perfect combination of everything Remus wanted, except for his one flaw: he didn’t love Remus. Or, at least, he refused to admit it, both to himself and to Remus. After every time the pair met, Remus would hint at a relationship, especially when things were bad with Sirius, but Snape would shrug it off and make a witty or sarcastic comment.

Remus was never one to give up hope, but after each rejection, he got more and more discouraged. Remus knew why Severus wouldn’t get too close to him; because of those buggers who were Remus’ friends. They were mean to Severus, and were he in Snape’s position, Remus would probably feel the same.

Without warning, Severus interrupted Remus’ thoughts on how to once again propose a relationship by coming hard down Remus’ throat. Remus sighed happily and swallowed the load while himself spilling into Snape’s mouth. Maybe Severus would never return Remus’ love, but Remus wouldn’t ever stop trying. He knew that Severus would have to give in soon; the sex was too good for either of them to give up.

Comments are always welcome and helpful.

Part Three: The Best

2008-04-20T19:12:34Z

This is Part 3 in a 10 part series titled The Explorations of The Boys of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For series notes, please see this post.

Title: Part Three: The Best

Rating: NC-17

Ship: Regulus/Sirius

Word Count: 500

Warning(s): PWP and angst throughout, incest

Part One

Part Two

Sirius Black had more sex than any other boy attending Hogwarts. He got it from any girl he asked; any flaming boy, almost all of the non-flaming boys, and from any teacher he wanted it from.

Each of his lovers was different and because of this, Sirius supposed, they would all be allowed only certain things. There were some people who would be able to screw him through the mattress and others who he wouldn’t touch until they’d properly sucked him off. Naturally, he enjoyed fucking some more than others; it all depended on the relationship that person had with him (or the size of her tits).

Unfortunately for Sirius, however, he enjoyed sex from one person much more than from anyone else. He would never admit it, of course. He treated the boy like a piece of dung, but he couldn’t resist him, no matter what the little shit did. His brother, Regulus was conniving, annoying, dark, and all around stupid, but gods could the boy suck a cock.

As if reading his mind, Regulus bobbed his head faster around Sirius’ aching heat and moaned.

“Oh gods, Reg,” Sirius groaned as he moved his hands to the back of his brother’s head. He stopped Regulus’ motion and held him in place, thrusting his hips forward quickly, fucking Regulus’ seemingly delicate mouth. Sirius didn’t know what was so satisfying about getting it on with his little brother, but he did know that he enjoyed almost nothing more. Only make-up sex with Remus after they’d just bared their souls to each other could beat his crap-ass brother on his hands and knees in front of him.

At the thought of Remus and make-up sex, Sirius came undone. He pulled his brothers head against him until he could feel Regulus’ nose in his pubes and came with a loud moan. He felt Regulus gag around his deflating cock and was satisfied. The stupid, Dark Art-worshiping kid got what he deserved.

Sirius gathered himself and made to leave the dusty confines of a broom closet. As he gathered his clothes, he looked back at his achingly hard brother trying to undo his own pants as quickly as he could. Regulus knew that if he begged enough and was already undressed, his older brother just might help him with his erection.

Today, Sirius was feeling rather generous (mostly because he knew he’d be getting some from Remus later that night if he played his cards right) and bent down to meet his brother on the floor. He looked at the swollen, pink lips and just about leaned in to take a taste. But he couldn’t; that was just wrong. Fuck his brother into hard, concrete floors? Sure! But kiss him? That was just...ew.

Instead, Sirius put his mouth to work elsewhere; his brother could never resist a proper blow job from Sirius.

Onto Part Four!

Comments are always welcome and helpful.

Part Two: What Should Have Been

2008-04-13T13:48:08Z

This is Part 2 in a 10 part series titled The Explorations of The Boys of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For series notes, please see this post.

Title: Part Two: What Should Have Been

Rating: NC-17

Ship: Severus/James

Word Count: 500

Warning(s): PWP and angst throughout, rimming

Part One

It should have been hate that drew Severus to James night after night. It should’ve been that Snape wanted nothing more than to rip out Potter’s insides and serve them to that Black, Pettigrew, and the werewolf. But it wasn’t hate, Severus knew. It was deep love that would have to be pulled far out of him if he ever wanted it to go away. For James, he knew, it was a game, solely of power, but Severus didn’t care. Whatever reason that horrid Potter kept him around was a good enough reason for Severus.

The pair had a routine; something they knew was coming but could turn any way at any time. They would meet at the One-Eyed-Witch statue; Severus was headed there now, and James was waiting. Once both boys got there, they would disappear into a secret tunnel; nobody would be able to find them. After they felt that everything was secure and that absolutely no one would find them, the games would begin.

James would make the first move, his lips curling into a smirk as he did so. He’d shove Snape’s back into a wall and kiss him hard. Their tongues would fight for power as their lips and teeth clashed.

Severus would do his part second; take both his and Potter’s pants off while the pair was still hooked at the mouth. Once their briefs were off, it was anybody’s game.

Severus would have decided that tonight, it would be his turn, as Potter would do the same. It was a fight for dominance that neither would ever win. Until, of course, Severus sank to his knees in front of a trouser-less James, taking the boys appendage into his hot, wet mouth. James would moan, giving Severus the upper hand as he did so.

Potter would want more, Severus knew it, but he would push Snape’s head away in order to save himself from being undone. James would pull Severus up from the ground, and kneel himself, facing Snape’s rear. His mouth would find its way to Severus’ puckered arse hole and James would lick a line from the back of Snape’s balls to his tailbone. Through this part of the game, Snape could barely help himself; he needed to moan desperately, needed to let out that part of himself. But Severus Snape did not moan, no matter how incredibly James was shoving that tongue into Severus’ tight hole. In fact, Snape knew he needed to stop this as well, just as James had stopped Snape from sucking his cock for too long.

Severus quickly turned around and looked to the ground. He saw James sitting there, looking up at him like a perfect, innocent angel with a very very large erection. Snape sunk onto his knees and whispered a spell. He didn’t waste his time with niceties; he quickly entered James and knew that he’d won the game.

And though Severus’ goal wasn’t really to win the game, it was better than nothing.

Onto Part Three!

Comments are always welcome and helpful.

Part One: Ending Dreams

2008-04-06T20:14:30Z

This is Part 1 in a 10 part series titled The Explorations of The Boys of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For series notes, please see this post.

Title: Part One: Ending Dreams

Rating: NC-17

Ship: Remus/Regulus, (Remus/Sirius)

Word Count: 500

Warning(s): PWP and angst throughout

He always felt dirty like this; face and cock pushed up against the wall as his despised brother’s sometimes-boyfriend pounded into him. Regulus never suspected that the filthy wolf, usually so gentle and kind, could be this demanding, this dominating.

But, then again, Regulus never imagined Lupin to be interested in anyone other than Sirius himself. Remus proved Regulus wrong when he made his first advances. Regulus could only guess why the werewolf wanted anything to do with a scrawny Slytherin, but he was pleased with Remus’ decision nonetheless.

Nobody could deny the beauty that was Lupin; his silver scars webbing his body completely, his toned, bronze muscles that made girls giggle. And nothing was more beautiful than Remus Lupin when his hand was wrapped around your erection as he thrust into you mercilessly, grunting and moaning your name.

In this sense, the young Black boy knew he was lucky. Remus only had eyes for Sirius and didn’t dote upon anyone else. Anyone beside Regulus, of course.

And Regulus was Remus’ dirty little secret; something both boys knew. Remus couldn’t have Sirius finding out about any of his secret meetings with Sirius’ younger brother and Regulus would be murdered if any of his friends, or worse, his mother found out that he was taking it from a werewolf.

At the moment though, none of that mattered. Both boys were starting to groan louder as Remus’ thrusts became much more frantic. The hand on Regulus’ cock worked harder and faster, squeezing at the exact right times. Finally, he came over Remus’ fist and felt himself clench around Remus.

“Regulus,” Remus whispered as his release made his body shake against the very boy whose name he called. He pulled out of Regulus’ arse almost gently and collapsed against the wall, joining his companion.

Remus rested for just a few seconds; regaining his breath and then saying “All right, let’s get cleaned up.” He silently charmed their bodies clean, ridding himself and Regulus of the musky scent of sex.

This was Regulus’ least favourite part of their encounters; the end. He never knew whether or not he and Remus would meet again or if Sirius would finally regain his senses and invite Remus back into his arms. That would mean the end of Regulus’ and Remus’…relationship? Fucking? Regulus didn’t even know what it was they were doing with each other; he just knew that whatever it was, he never wanted to stop.

He knew it would have to end eventually, though. Remus was a seventh year now; he would be leaving Hogwarts next year, leaving Regulus behind to finish school. After his graduation, Regulus planned to become a Death Eater and work for the cause he felt so strongly about. Once Remus became an Auror, there wouldn’t even be hope for them. Enemies sleeping together? It was unheard of, even though Regulus liked to dream about it.

All dreams came to an end, though, and Regulus knew that his would all too soon.

Onto Part Two

Comments are always welcome and helpful.

New Series

2008-04-06T20:03:03Z

I've decided that, after a long hiatus, I'm going to write a new series titled "The Explorations of the Boys of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry".

This is a series of stories in 10 parts. Each part will have exactly 500 words and will focus on a “relationship” between two of the following; Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, and Severus Snape. The ships are intermixed between the five of these boys. That said, there will be incest and underage sex in this story. If either of these things offend you, please look elsewhere. Thank you.

I plan on updating this story every Sunday, so readers will get ten weeks out of the story. Comments are always welcome!

Help!

2008-01-15T22:13:17Z

Alright, I entered a contest of sorts called a "Writer's Duel" at my home website; harrypotterfanfiction.com. I am asking you all to do me a huge favor; read my story and vote for it. It's a Remus/Sirius in an unrequitted way, though it's only PG or PG-13. It really centers around all the hardships that Remus has to go through in his life. It'd be great if you all could help me out.

Link: Isolation Day
Summary: There is a season to be jolly, but this was certainly not it. For Remus Lupin, November 1st, 1981 was more like a living hell than anything he’d ever experienced before. Though Remus was still a very young man, he’d been through so much already. From the time he’d been bitten by a werewolf at a most tender age, Remus’ life had been more difficult than one could imagine.
Rating: PGish
Warnings: Angst?
Pairing: Unrequitted Remus/Sirius

From there, all you have to do is click "Vote for a Fic" and vote for mine. Thank you!

Sesame Street Icons!

2008-01-02T21:13:19Z

Because I was bored:

Feel free to use!

An Eve To Remember

2007-12-31T02:00:34Z

So, New Years Eve fic time! I don't actually support this pairing, but a good friend of mine does, and this is for her.

Title: An Eve to Remember
Pairings: Blaise/Hermione (icky het!)
Rating: PG/PG-13
Warnings: None, 'cept for kisses.
Summary: “You’re so beautiful,” Blaise whispered into Hermione’s ear as they walked, hand in hand, down the street leading to the restaurant where they would be spending a part of their evening. He admired her blush-ridden cheeks as snow fell from the sky, littering their hair. He reached up to her head and brushed the white flakes off, his hand lingering on her cheek as he pulled away.
Comments: Yes, please, as always.
For: draconstar
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A/N: Happy New Year!

This story is so many firsts for me, because, as I said, I’m trying to branch out. My first time writing heterosexual situations in a while. My first time ever writing Trio era. My first time working with a character with no purpose in the Harry Potter plot line. I really hope that I’m able to pull it off. Enjoy!

Dedication: For Krys. I cannot believe I am actually writing this. See what craziness you force me to do? Psh…love you.

An Eve to Remember

December 31

8:00

“You’re so beautiful,” Blaise whispered into Hermione’s ear as they walked, hand in hand, down the street leading to the restaurant where they would be spending a part of their evening. He admired her blush-ridden cheeks as snow fell from the sky, littering their hair. He reached up to her head and brushed the white flakes off, his hand lingering on her cheek as he pulled away.

Sooner than he could think, her arms were enveloping him in a tight hug. She looked up into his eyes and spoke quietly, “So are you.” She then stood up on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the nose. She giggled when his cheeks started turning a shade of pink as well.

She pulled on his hand and led him into the elegant diner filled with nicely dressed people. A man at the door took Hermione’s coat and Blaise gaped at her. Her dress was long, almost floor-length and was very form fitting. It showed off her large bosom and small waste, much to the delight of her date.

“You look fantastic, love.” he whispered to her while a host took them to their table.

“Thank you.” She replied before seating herself in the seat that Blaise pulled out for her.

9:00

The food had just arrived. While waiting, the couple sipped red wine and talked of all things imaginable. He held her hand firmly over the across the table and listened while she told him stories of her adventures with Harry (and Ron).

Ron was a sensitive topic for Blaise. For many years, Blaise had resented and hated Ron; he’d thought him horrible to have Hermione’s heart and abuse it so thoroughly. Even years later when Hermione told Ron that they’d better be friends and had started dating Blaise, the latter boy still disliked the former. He’d hurt Hermione so badly in sixth year and then came crawling back for forgiveness. Who could possibly have done that to someone so…perfect?

So, whilst she cut up her steak into the smallest, most organized pieces, Blaise stared at her beautiful face, wishing he’d have told her his feelings much earlier. It would have saved both of them much heartache.

But they were together now, and that was all that mattered. Blaise could hold her, love her, and treat her much better than that Weasley ever had. He would treat her better and make her love him to the best of his ability. He’d never been so in love in his life.

10:00

Blaise and Hermione had long finished eating their scrumptious meal, but they were in no hurry to leave the restaurant. They had ordered dessert, and waited patiently until soft, lovely jazz music started playing.

Blaise stood up, “Would you care to dance?” he asked.

Hermione was flustered; she’d only ever been asked to dance once in her life, and that was by Viktor Krum. The one time she and Ronald had danced was at Bill’s wedding, and she’d been told that they would be dancing together. So, being very welcome to the idea of dancing with this gentleman with whom she’d fallen in love with, Hermione grasped his hand with a quiet “Yes,” and proceeded to the dance floor.

The couple got into position and commanded the dance floor. Blaise spun Hermione in every way possible as they laughed together. Their skin colours contrasted as they danced, making the pair look even more graceful than they already were. Anyone who saw them might have thought that they were the perfect couple. Hermione and Blaise, however, knew they were the perfect couple.

11:00

After they’d danced their feet off and finished their delicious, chocolaty dessert, Blaise and Hermione left the restaurant. They walked back to their flat, once again being covered by snow. Hermione ran about, talking quickly and excitedly. Only spending a night with Blaise could make her this happy.

Blaise chuckled and put his arm around her shoulder as they walked. She slipped her hand behind his back and they walked like that, arm in arm. He stopped moving when they were right in front of their flat and pointed up.

Hermione looked at the place where Blaise was pointing and spotted a mistletoe left over from Christmas. She didn’t hesitate at all before she leaned up and kissed Blaise full on the mouth. He wrapped her hands through her adorably frizzy hair and pulled her closer.

It wasn’t long before she pulled away, much to the dismay of Blaise. But of course, it was New Years Eve and there was counting down to be done. So, the couple entered their flat, got dried off, and prepared for the New Year.

11:59

Hermione had turned the radio to the news station which was currently announcing what was happening in downtown London. Apparently, there were huge fireworks being set off all throughout the city. There was only one minute until the New Year, and Hermione wanted to make it count.

She enveloped herself in Blaise’s arms, so that they were hugging against a wall. She fiddled with his curly locks as he held her close and looked down at her face. The people gathered around London started counting down the seconds, starting with twenty. Hermione waited until they were down to ten before she counted along with them.

“Ten,” she said softly, hugging Blaise more tightly.

“Nine,” he answered, resting his head on hers.

“Eight,” she continued, planting a kiss on his neck.

“Seven,” he said sensually, bringing his hand down to cup her cheek.

“Six,” she said as she raised her hand to hold the back of his neck.

“Five,” he said as he put his hand on her chin, lifting her head.

“Four,” she grinned, bringing her face higher, to meet his.

“Three,” he smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Two,” she said, standing on her tiptoes so that their lips could finally meet.

“One,” he finished, though he was cut off by Hermione’s tongue against his own. This would surely be a New Years Eve to remember.

Happy New Years! Please review.

Christmas

2007-12-25T22:02:00Z

Oh, how I love Christmas. I don't even celebrate it (I'm Jewish), but it gets everyone in such a good mood that it's hard to not enjoy it. I really enjoy Christmas carols and the look of snow, even if there isn't any where I happen to be. Besides, school is out for the holidays. The whole thing's just wonderful.

So, happy holidays to everyone!

In honor of Christmas and the season, here's a little fic about what happens at the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black on Christmas.

Title: A Very Black Christmas
Rating: Probably 15+
Summary: Christmas at the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black was heaven and hell combined. All throughout the day of Christmas Eve, Mrs. Black would be yelling orders at her two sons, beckoning them to prepare for the upcoming feast that night. The boys would roll their eyes behind her back, but always listened, in fear of being punished.
Comments: Yes please.
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A/N: Merry Christmas, everyone. For those who, like me, do not celebrate this holiday, enjoy the spirit and jolliness of the holiday. And happy birthday to me, as it in two days, yippee!

A Very Black Christmas

Christmas Eve

Christmas at the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black was heaven and hell combined. All throughout the day of Christmas Eve, Mrs. Black would be yelling orders at her two sons, beckoning them to prepare for the upcoming feast that night. The boys would roll their eyes behind her back, but always listened, in fear of being punished.

Regulus and Sirius knew that if they did not obey any instructions given by either of their parents, all of their presents for that year would be burnt. Sirius wasn’t as bothered by this as Regulus, for the elder brother knew that he wouldn’t be getting any presents. In his parents’ minds, he didn’t deserve any for being the disgusting, blood traitor of a Gryffindor that he was. He still did what his mother told him, however, because of the physical punishment that he might have received if he did not obey.

Once the family finished setting everything up, the party was ready to commence. A swarm of purebred men and women arrived at the house exactly on time, all dressed as elegantly as was possible. Regulus and Sirius stood at the door taking coats, keeping perfectly fake smiles the entire time. The only thought that could keep the elder of the boys smiling was repeating the word inbred in his head whenever a particularly snooty person walked in.

During the grand feast hosted by the Black family, the purebloods of England gathered to talk about how much better they were than everyone else, and each other. They spoke of their riches and ability to buy anything they desired. They talked of marriage and the way that purebloods should only mate (a word with which Sirius was disgusted) with other purebloods.

Cygnus Black spoke to both the men of the Malfoy and Lestrange house about his daughters, Bellatrix and Narcissa. Bellatrix was to marry a man named Rudolphus Lestrange. He was big, brawny, and twenty years older than her. They had been given time to adjust to each other, however, previous to the wedding. Bellatrix had been promised to Rudolphus at birth, and so it was meant to be.

Narcissa had also been promised away, but to a man of great power and wealth. Lucius Malfoy had only been eight when Narcissa was born, and therefore they’d grown far fonder to each other than Bellatrix and Rudolphus. It would not have been suspicious to believe that Lucius and Narcissa had fallen in love with each other. They matched perfectly, both blonde and elegant. They were a match made in heaven. While Bellatrix and Rudolphus may have been in love as well, they were a match made in hell.

Andromeda, the eldest of the three girls, had not been promised to anyone. Her father thought her unworthy of any husband and therefore did not select one for her. She was, of course, relieved to find this out, but pretended to be offended and hurt. She needn’t be betrothed, for she already had a secret fiancée by the name of Ted Tonks.

Christmas Day

What the Black boys looked forward to most occurred only hours after their feast had ended. Their cousins, Andromeda, Narcissa, and Bellatrix, showed up around eight o’clock in the morning and the gift opening began.

While Sirius and Andromeda, the two eldest and most disobedient, got only coal in their stockings, the rest of the children received priceless heirlooms that had been in the Black family for ages.

Bellatrix was given a necklace that had been worn by the children’s’ late grandmother. It was a pure sterling silver choker with diamonds and brilliantly green emeralds hanging from it. When spoken to in parseltongue, the diamonds and emeralds joined together to form a snake that would slither around the wearer’s neck.

Narcissa received a hair comb of gold that matched beautifully with her hair. It was studded with rubies and opals which glistened when they hit the light. It was no ordinary comb, however. It had the ability to attract even the most stubborn men by emitting a sort of glow around Narcissa’s slender body.

Regulus got one of the most important pieces of jewelry that the Black family owned. It was a small ring, a pinky ring, which was plain and silver. On it was two engravings; one was the Black family crest, the other saying “Toujours pur”. This was the original ring worn by Phineas Nigellus Black, the original of all Black ancestors and Headmaster of Hogwarts.

The three children thanked their parents and aunts and uncles for the dashing gifts and then went off to talk and chastise and play. Sirius and Andromeda, however, dodged the adults and went to Sirius’ room to talk.

“They’re completely crazy,” Sirius almost whispered to his cousin. “They have the most ridiculous ideas ever. Who could ever believe in killing people just for the sake of proving your better?”

“I know, Sirius. But being angry about it isn’t going to help anyone. I think that we’ll just have to deal with it.” Andromeda, though rebellious in her own way, was still obedient to her parents, as Sirius had to often remind himself. She did not like being disloyal to them, even if she was secretly engaged to a Muggleborn.

“We do not have to deal with it. You’re almost out of school; you’re going to marry their least favourite type of person! I still have to live here, in this house of torture and pain, for two years. I don’t think… I don’t think I can handle it,” he confessed.

That was when Andromeda knew that something was wrong. Her cousin, though loving and kind, never admitted defeat. He would fight until the end for a long lost cause that even he knew was impossible. But here, he blatantly said that he couldn’t do something.

“But Sirius, you can’t leave. I would invite you to live with Ted and me next year, but I don’t think we have enough money to support you. I know that when my parents find out about my marriage, I’ll be cut off from any and all means of money. I’m sorry.” She tried her best to sound comforting, but she was having the most difficult time. She wanted him to stay at home…she didn’t want him making the mistake that she did.

“I have somewhere to go. I have three houses that will welcome me no matter what. Well, two for sure, because Pete’s mom doesn’t think that we’re such a good influence, but the Potters love me. I’ll go there. I’ll leave this summer. That gives me and the family six months to prepare…that’ll be enough, don’t you think?”

“So, you’re serious about this?” Andromeda asked reproachfully.

“I’m always Sirius,” he said jokingly, loving to play on his own name. He coughed, “Yeah, I am.”

Andromeda sighed. “Well, it seems as though I won’t be able to stop you. I probably shouldn’t even try. But please, Sirius, think about what you’re doing before you do anything…stupid. I would hate for anything bad to happen to you.”

“Don’t worry, ‘Dromeda. Everything will be fine.” Sirius smirked and winked at his favourite cousin, then took his out a quill and parchment, presumably to owl James his plans for the summer.

Andromeda sighed again and went to rejoin the rest of her family around the tree where her little sisters were still fighting about who got the better present. She rolled her eyes and sat down on the couch to think. She knew that Sirius was right, but she’d be gone by the next year anyway. She’d best wait it out. Ted would come save her soon enough.

But however hellish it was for Sirius and Andromeda, Christmas was an enjoyable time for the Black family. Of course, they found that most of the fun occurred later on Christmas Day when they had their annual Mudblood slaughter with the rest of their friends from the feast the previous night.

Happy holidays! Will I get the present of a lovely review?

Fighting for You

2007-12-19T22:05:53Z

Title: Fighting for You
Pairing: Snape/Lily
Rating: PG-13 I suppose...
Summary: Finally, he was finished. Finished with living; the Dark Lord would surely kill him tonight. Finished collecting the pieces of his life for Harry; he had already taken the potion to store them within himself. But most of all, he was finished caring…Severus Snape was proud to die; it was the least he could do to help protect the son of his beautiful Lily Evans.
Comments: Are Love!

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Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, so please don’t sue me, JKR.

Fighting for You

Finally, he was finished. Finished with living; the Dark Lord would surely kill him tonight. Finished collecting the pieces of his life for Harry; he had already taken the potion to store them within himself. But most of all, he was finished caring…Severus Snape was proud to die; it was the least he could do to help protect the son of his beautiful Lily Evans.

It was the time to walk out to his death and he was prepared. The boy would collect the memories; Severus knew it. If, by chance, the Potter boy did not find Severus’s body in time; the entire point of his life would be thrown away.

Severus wanted Harry to see his mother and Severus when they were children, playing together daily. He wanted Harry to know that he felt as well; Severus even added a crying memory to the potion. But mostly, he wanted the boy to know how in love he’d been with Lily Evans, how in love he would always be.

So Severus left the Potter boy every memory he could think of. Well, every memory that explained what had happened to him all of those years ago. Severus hoped that Harry would understand…all the things that Severus had been through…

No; Severus Snape did not accept pity. Harry could feel whichever way he wanted about it; Severus didn’t give a care. All he wanted to do was leave the Earth and all of its troubles. Even burning in hell would be better than this.

But the possibilities…what if he didn’t end up in hell? What if he made it to Heaven? Ridiculous, of course, was this thought, but it was always acceptable to dream. In Heaven, Lily would be waiting for him. Lily would be wanting him. Lily would be loving him.

Stop, he commanded his mind; you’re going to where fire burns in darkness…you have no business thinking about Heaven now. Not after everything you’ve done. And with those thoughts, Severus proceeded to his death.

The snake dug its teeth deep into Severus’s neck, leaving an opening for not only blood, but also memories to pour out of. He grabbed the shoulders of the boy in front of him and looked straight at his face.

“Take it,” Severus managed to gasp while the unusual substance began seeping out of his mouth. The Muggle-born know-it-all made Harry a small vile in which the memories were put.

Harry was looking away, frightened of the raven-haired man, but Severus wanted to look into those beautiful eyes one last time before he died.

“Look…at…me…” were the last words that Severus Snape remembered saying before his unjustified, unnecessary death.

Severus couldn’t see anything; couldn’t feel anything. All he knew was that his life was over. He could feel little imprints on his neck where he’d been bitten. Suddenly, the dark hole he seemed to be in turned a blinding white. Severus felt very strange being there; it made him feel as though he was moving. Only one word was on his mind, repeating itself over and over; Death.

Finally, it was over. He’d been waiting for this for years. Ever since she died, he’d wished that he was with her. He knew that even in death, they couldn’t be together. They would never be together, they never were. There were moments in his life when he thought that she loved him back as something more than a companion, but they all vanished faster than they had occurred. The thought of seeing her, just having a glimpse, made him feel happy.

Happy was not a feeling that Severus Snape often felt. Happiness only occurred inside his mind when his thoughts drifted to Lily Evans. Even then, he felt horrible. It was his fault that she was gone…his fault that she wasn’t able to see her son grow up… his fault that she couldn’t love him.

Oh yes, Lily had always cherished his presence. Not as a lover, but as a friend. Severus knew that Lily had always needed him to be there. He hadn’t been, of course. He’d turned half insane when he heard of her marriage to Potter. When he received his invitation; he ripped it in half and tried to push her out of his mind as best he could.

They would have been better for each other than James and she. Lily deserved so much more, she deserved somebody who would take care of her; somebody who would rather hold her in his arms for the sake of holding her, not because she was a prize to be won. Severus would have been able to give her everything she wanted…everything she needed.

I deserve this, he thought to himself, I’m nothing but a liar and a murder…I deserve death. He didn’t just deserve it, he longed for it. He needed to die. And he finally had.

His last (living) thoughts were, of course, of Lily. Severus had been holding onto her son before he died. He’d wanted to see one last glimpse of Lily, so he looked into her son’s eyes and saw her, for the first time, in Harry.

Maybe the Potter boy was more like Lily than he was James. Maybe he actually did care for people besides himself. Maybe it wasn’t Harry who was being selfish. Maybe it was Severus.

True, the only reason that he’d ever protected the Potter boy was because of his feelings for Lily. He would have let the boy suffer if his mother hadn’t been the girl of Severus’s dreams. It was hard to admit, but Severus knew it was true. He only acted out of love for one person; he never really cared about anybody or anything else. He did save Lily’s son, he supposed, but only for her, not for young Harry.

The one unselfish thing he did was worse than anything he had ever done before. He killed his mentor, employer, and friend. He did it to save two lives; three maybe. Draco would have been destroyed by killing…Albus would’ve suffered pain beyond comprehension if Severus hadn’t swiftly murdered him… and the Boy Who Lived was spared once again. Yes, that was incredibly unselfish of him, though it was the thing he was most ashamed of.

No, that’s an incorrect statement. He was most ashamed of letting Lily go; of letting her leave to marry Potter without a fight. He had been so…so cowardly. Thinking back, Severus realizes all that he could have done, should have done. But he didn’t, he just gave up and spent the rest of his life in misery.

He wished he could have taken everything back. He wished he could start his life over again. He would have fought for Lily to the death. He wouldn’t have let Potter claim her until Severus himself was ready to let her go. In other words, he would have never let James lay a single hand on Lily’s precious skin.

Unfortunately, it was not his decision to make. Lily had decided to let James in, both figuratively and literally. It killed Severus inside knowing that the woman he loved wanted the man he hated. He knew, though, that she would’ve come back to him. Even if it was only just for a moment’s comfort away from that retched Potter, it would have happened. He just wished that he hadn’t been so stupid as to tell the Dark Lord of the prophecy before figuring out who it was about.

Severus felt the strange, white abyss closing in on him. He could make out a tiny speck of red moving toward him. He closed his eyes, thinking, Here comes the fire. Did I expect anything else? No…I’ve always known that I would be coming here. But the speck only got a bit bigger and traveled rather slowly. Fire was known to burn quickly and thoroughly, this was no such thing.

Maybe Severus really was in Heaven…she would be here too. He closed his eyes once again, willing himself not to think of Lily. All that would come of that was more misery, Severus knew. She wouldn’t come for him, even if he was in Heaven. She would sit beside James faithfully, his arm around her shoulder.

Severus was disgusted at the mental image occurring to him, so he opened his eyes and looked once again to the speck. It was no longer a tiny red dot, though. It was a full grown, beautiful woman. His beautiful woman. His Lily.

She was wearing exactly what she’d had on the last time they’d been together. It was a simple, green set of robes that made her eyes dance with color. She looked so beautiful in it; he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

The last time they’d been alone was their final night at Hogwarts. Lily was already engaged to Potter and Severus had made his commitment to the Dark Lord. Those facts, of course, didn’t stop the couple from roughly undressing each other, nor did it stop them from melting their bodies together for the first time. It was sloppy as they were both extremely inexperienced, but that didn’t stop either of them from having the time of their life.

Nothing made Severus feel more smug than knowing that Potter was wrong. Severus knew that James had always believed that he was Lily’s first. He, of course, was incorrect but remained oblivious forever.

That was the night when Severus had confessed his love for her. She’d already known, of course, but he’d never actually said it out loud. She didn’t frown, but she didn’t quite smile either. She just gave him a meaningful look as she said, “I know, Severus…I know.”

But here she was, his Lily, standing right in front of him, tears in her eyes. Severus wasn’t able to tell if they were of joy or sadness, but it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that the woman he’d loved his whole life was standing here, in front of him, right now.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up,” she said with a sad smile on her face. “I was beginning to worry about you, Sev. I was never able to tell who you were actually fighting for.”

He was confused; she’d been watching over him? He stood, mouth ajar, for a few seconds before he lightly coughed and said, “I’ve always been fighting for you.”

A/N: Thanks for reading, please leave a review.

Never Drabble

2007-12-01T17:27:11Z

Here's an excerpt from my most recent fic (which I will posting here when I finish) that I turned into a drabble.

Title: Never
Rating: PG-13...this part anyway
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Remus/Tonks
Warnings: Silly Tonks
Comments: Yes
Word Amount: Exactly 100
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Sirius once told me that Remus mentioned that I was good looking. When I asked my cousin what Remus had liked, he replied, “Your hair colour and your eyes.” I should’ve figured it out, but no. Daft little me pretended it was cute for Remus to like pink. And my eyes? Of course Remus liked them! I’d never changed them, meaning they were Black eyes; same as Sirius’.

What I'm trying to say is, Remus Lupin, my husband, is gay. Remus Lupin had a thing for my cousin. My cousin had a thing for Remus Lupin. Therefore, I was screwed.

Edit: Here's the link to the full fic. Enjoy!

Wow

2007-12-01T04:44:22Z

I am so frustrated right now! My best friend, S, really likes this guy we met not so long ago. He and I were chatting tonight and I was trying to hook him up with her, but then he said he likes me! Unfortunately, she was looking over my shoulder at the time and burst into tears when she saw what he said. I have absolutely no interest in him, and yet, she's freaking out. I tried to comfort her, but she said that I was being a bitch and walked away. What's worse is that she went crying to a mutual friend who then called me a 'bitch' and 'whore'. I'm so angry!

I wonder sometimes, why the hell do girls think that it's your fault if a guy likes you? You have absolutely no control over their feelings, I didn't ask him to say that!

Anyway, my last chapter to Power should be out sometime next week, though I can't make any promises. I'm overwhelmed with school work, and now, friends who can't deal with rejection.

Proper Etiquette

2007-11-28T22:35:37Z

Alright , I'm looking for a fic that I can't locate anywhere. I found it about five months ago and really enjoyed it when I decided that 5 AM was clearly too late for a person to stay up reading smut. I dumbly exited out right when I was in the middle of the story and cleared my internet history (just incase there were prying eyes). Anyway, I only remember a few things, and this is what I have.

Title: Proper Etiquette
Author: I wish I knew
Rating: Strong NC-17
Pairings: Snape/Harry, Fred/George, Fred/Harry/George, Fred/Snape/George, Fred/Snape/Harry/George
Warnings: Threesome, foursome, incest, language, non-con, SMUT
Summary: (I'm winging it) In the summer going into his seventh year, Harry Potter realizes not only that he is gay, but also that he's in love with his potions master. Not wanting to break the law, Severus Snape (who returns the boy's feelings), asks Fred and George for advice and help in teaching Harry the 'proper etiquette' of being gay.

If anybody knows anything about this, please leave a comment with the link (if possible). Thanks!

Edit: Woot Woot! Got it; here's the link if anybody's interested. http://www.pornbunnyfarm.com/pages/aqoeindex.html

Compromise

2007-11-19T22:33:05Z

Blech...so Y and I have decided to stay friends. Well, more like he asked me to be his girlfriend and I decided that we should stay friends. I'm not in the mood for a relationship right now. So, anyway, here's chapter three!

Title: Power
Chapter Title: Compromise (3/4)
Characters/Pairing: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Story Rating: Rish...(next chapter NC-17)
Summary: What is compromise? Is it when you do something for somebody else? Is it when somebody else does something for you? Is it a bargain, a deal, something you share? Is it helping someone else, while taking something away from you? Does it help you or hurt you? Or is compromising just something friends or lovers need to do to keep each other happy?
Warnings: Slash and making a fool out of one's self, performed by Sirius Black.
Comments: Yes please!
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Disclaimer: Not mine. Lyrics are from the song ‘Some Fantastic’ by my favorites, the Barenaked Ladies.

Compromise

What is compromise? Is it when you do something for somebody else? Is it when somebody else does something for you? Is it a bargain, a deal, something you share? Is it helping someone else, while taking something away from you? Does it help you or hurt you? Or is compromising just something friends or lovers need to do to keep each other happy?

Yes, James decides; Remus and Sirius need to make a compromise. James Potter knows that his friends are going through a difficult time in their relationship. Or, more precisely, Sirius is being a bastard and Remus is tired of taking it. Unfortunately for the latter; Sirius is stubborn and will never give up. In addition to that, Moony is much too in love with Sirius to ever consider *staying* angry. He tries with all of his might, but he will never be able to resist Padfoot’s charm and love.

James knows what needs to happen between the pair; it’s obvious. Sirius needs to learn to respect Remus, while Remus needs to…well, Moony isn’t actually doing anything wrong. Sirius just needs to become a better boyfriend so that Moony won’t ditch him.

James is sure that the last straw will break Remus’ very soon, if Sirius isn’t careful. When, not if (if Sirius continues to behave in the way that he is), Padfoot and Moony break up, they will both be broken-hearted and miserable. James sees it coming; he knows how much they care for each other. That is why he needs to save their relationship; he can’t bear to see his two friends lose each other that way. They won’t even be able to survive.

As James sits in his bed and thinks, he hears stirring in the bed beside him. A small sobbing sound is emitting as a quiet argument takes place.
“Remus…calm down! I mean, everything’s alright. Seriously, stop bloody crying.” James hears the mattress sink as Sirius harshly shakes Remus’s distraught body.

The crying gets louder, and James can’t bear it anymore. He casts a charm to make the curtains surrounding the bed invisible; allowing him to see everything that’s going on.

“No, Moony, I didn’t mean that. I love you,” whispers Sirius.

“I hate you! Get off of me and leave me alone!” Remus practically shouts while James sees his body struggling to get out of Sirius’s grasp.

Padfoot moves himself over Remus, holding the latter’s arms above his head. “You don’t mean that. You’re just angry…if you calmed down, you’d realize that I’m right. We love each other, Remus…I love you so much.” He hugs Remus’s stiff figure. When he realizes that the hug isn’t returned, he hugs tighter, hoping to get some response.

“Sirius…piss…off,” Remus speaks, almost gently, as Sirius brings their lips together. Remus immediately brings his hands to Sirius face, trying to push him off. Unfortunately for Remus, Sirius is not only stronger, but also more demanding and controlling. Finally, Remus gives up and lets Sirius do what he wants.

James quickly looks away; he can’t bear seeing his friend hurt like this, nor his two best mates snogging.

It went on for too long. When James looked back over, they were both shirtless and Sirius had moved Remus so that he was completely beneath him. Remus’s legs were wrapped around Sirius’s hips.

James’ blood starts to boil; he can’t take it anymore. How can he possibly let Remus get used and hurt so horribly? James decides that he won’t allow his best mate to damage Remus’ soul anymore, it’s just not fair.

He stands up and walks over to the bed and rips open the charmed curtains, trying his best to make the most noise possible. The pair quickly look up and scamper away from each other, looking extremely violated. “James, mate…we were in the middle of something,” Sirius laughs as if it’s a joke. James keeps his stern, angry expression, and Sirius falters.

“Remus, get out. I need to talk to Padfoot, now.” They both look confused, but obey when they hear the cold voice coming out of James mouth.

James sees the realization hitting Remus’ face as anger flows back into it. Not anger at James, though…anger at his lover who had betrayed him one too many times.

“Sirius, I hate you. Never talk to me again. I’m not joking.” He says it all slowly and in a stern voice, as if worried about the response. He turns, ready to leave, until he whips his upper body back to face Sirius and punches him square in the nose. Blood leaks out and Sirius stumbles backwards. “Thank you,” Remus says to James with a nod before he walks out.

“What the hell, Prongs?” Sirius tries to accuse, though he knows that James isn’t the one in the wrong.

James points his wand quickly at Sirius, healing the wound and cleaning the blood. From there, he doesn’t even know where to begin, so he decides to skip all the preparing and just be blunt. “Sirius, Remus is in love with you,” James sees him smile and nod enthusiastically, obviously oblivious to what the punch meant. “But honestly, he’s not going to if you treat him like trash all the time.” The smile vanishes, but James continues. “He’s going to start hating you, with every ounce of hate in him.” Sirius grimaces; he’s scared of what James is saying. “Don’t you see what you’re doing to him? Sirius, do you really want to throw away all of his love?!”

Sirius falls to his knees and grabs the back of James’ thighs, looking up at him. Tears form in his eyes as he begins to speak; “He can’t…he won’t stop loving me. How could he possibly not love me? I love him so damn much, how doesn’t he love me like I love him, Prongs?” He weeps, hugging James’ knees.

James grabs Sirius by the shoulders and pulls him upright; deciding quickly that speaking cruelly will get the job done better than anything else. “Stop crying, you great blubbering arse. You want him to love you? You’re not doing a very good job of convincing him to; that’s for sure. Quit fucking playing around on him, you prick!”
“But I have to, or he might stop loving me…I have to make him want me, so I have to cheat and get caught and win him back!”

Realization etches itself in the lines of James’ face. He would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so angry. But he was so angry, and this just caused him to have an outburst; “ARE YOU FUCKING MAD? YOU THINK THAT BY HURTING HIM, OVER AND OVER, HE’LL LOVE YOU? YOU COMPLETE GIT, THAT’LL ONLY MAKE HIM HATE YOU MORE AND MORE, EACH TIME. IF THIS KEEPS UP, HE’LL COMPLETELY DISPISE YOU VERY, VERY SOON. DO YOU WANT THAT?”

Sirius falls back down again and sprawls out on the ground. He bawls his eyes out; he can’t even form a proper sentence. James catches attempts at the phrases “love him!”, and “so sorry!”

It is difficult to watch, but James knows better than to intercept Sirius when he is in the middle of an emotional break down. This didn’t happen often; only once, when his mother kicked him out of the house. James tried to help, but got a black eye and a few broken fingers instead.

So James sits on the bed and waits. It takes two hours of patient waiting, but finally Sirius regains his self-control and sits shakily on the bed beside James. The former puts his arm around the latter and says, “Thank you.” He says nothing more and nothing less before he leaves to go find Remus and apologize.

James lets Sirius get a two minute head start before grabbing the Map and his Cloak. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” he whispers quickly as he covers himself in his Invisibility Cloak. He looks at the Map, searching for Sirius’ dot. He sees it running to find Remus. It was ridiculous; why didn’t Sirius take the Map himself? Because he’s a dumb arse, James decides as he starts to run.

He leaves the dormitory and then common room, invisible all the while. He follows the little black dot that’s labeled ‘Sirius Black’ out of the castle and next to the lake, where Remus sits, reading a book with an intense gaze.

“Remus…” Sirius whispers, “I’m so sorry.” He sits beside Moony and rests his head on the other boy’s shoulder. “I love you. I really do. It’s fine if you don’t believe me; I wouldn’t believe me either. I just hope that maybe, in time, you’ll be able to forgive me. I don’t deserve forgiveness, but oh God, I want it. I want to regain your trust, Moony. I want you to love me because you love me, not because I manipulate your mind into doing so. Please, Remus…”

Tears form in Remus’ eyes as Sirius talks; by the end of Padfoot’s little speech, Remus is practically sobbing. “I…I love you, S—Sirius. Bu..but I don’t k-know if I can h-h-handle being with you.”

“But Moony, I can change. I promise to change. Please, Remus, I want…no, I need to be with you. I love you, damn it!”

“How…am…I…sup—supposed to lo—ve you… when you trea—treat me like dirt?!”

“Oh, Remus,” Sirius groans, obviously finding no alternative response. “I’ll change, I promise.” Both James and Remus know that Sirius is close to incapable of changing. At the same time, though, both boys are wondering why Sirius isn’t giving up. Could it be that he actually does love Remus more than anybody else?

“I’m going to prove it to you, Moony. I’m going to prove how much I’m in love with you and that nobody else in the world matters. We’re going to be exclusive; no more sharing each other with anyone. Be in the Great Hall at exactly 7:30, and you’ll realize that I want nothing more than to be with you.”

Sirius runs off, heading into the castle and seemingly in the direction of the Gryffindor common room. James knows why Sirius is going there; he wants to find James. But if James isn’t there before Sirius, he will be in deep trouble. He sprints ahead, as fast as he can, and barely beats his best mate into their dorm, unseen. By the time Sirius makes it in, James is lounged on his bed, face flushed, red, and sweaty.

“I know that Moony are hot together, but can’t you at least close your curtains before having a wank?” Sirius asks with a chuckle. This, James thinks, is the best part of being a Marauder. He loves that no matter how much they fight, the Marauders will always be best friends.

“Oi, it definitely wasn’t you two I was thinking of,” says James, knowing that going along with Sirius will be the best way to stay out of trouble. “Evans is looking pretty damn hot today…” He lets his voice trail off, trying to let Sirius remember his purpose for being there.

Sirius grins stupidly until he realizes that he needs James’ help. “Um…James. I’m in…trouble, let’s say, with Remus.” *As if I don’t know this*, thinks James as Sirius rambles on. “And, you know, I like him a lot, so—”

“You fucking git; you love him. Why the bloody Hell can’t you admit that?” inquires James forcefully.

“Fine, then. I love Remus Lupin. Happy?” James nods with a sly smirk and allows Sirius to continue. “The thing is, I need to prove it to him. And I need to change, Prongs. I want to tell people that it’s just Remus and I; exclusive as can be. But how, Prongs? How can I do that?”

“Alright, so here’s the plan…”

It’s 7:15 exactly when James makes his way down to the Great Hall, getting himself a seat alongside Peter at the over-crowded Gryffindor table. Across from him sits Moony, barely picking at his food, sulking. Every so often, James hears little sniffles coming from his slouched figure.

But everything will be okay soon; James knows it. He and Sirius devised a plan so genius, that Dumbledore himself was going to be dumbfounded.

James checks his watch; 7:29. Showtime. He flicks his wand to start the music to a song he and his best friend discovered while trying to find something Remus would appreciate. James quickly flicks his wand again, muting out the lead singer’s voice.

From out of nowhere, or so it would seem, comes a voice so loud, that it had to have been enhanced by magic.

“One day I will build a fountain
Drink and never grow old
Then I'll market an elixir
that will eliminate the common cold
Find your sickness on my list
Pay up front and make a wish”

Every single student at Hogwarts snaps up their head, looking for the source of the singing. The voice is horrible, but it’s one that Remus Lupin recognizes immediately. James watches him looks around until he finds where the noise is coming from.
James sees the smile spread across Moony’s face when his eyes meet those of Sirius Black. Sirius is standing on the staff table, clad in a leather jacket and more makeup than Narcissa Black. His hair is slicked back, accentuating his red lips and charcoaled eyes. He winks at Remus and goes on with the song, more loudly than before.

“One day I will work with animals
All the tests I'm gonna do
All my stuff's completely natural
And when we're done we'll boil 'em
down for glue
that we can use to re-adhere
your lips to mine if you were here”

James laughs as Sirius runs across the table, back and forth, trying to avoid the teachers. He’s stepping over goblets and plates, but that doesn’t stop him from straining to make his voice so loud that it cracks more and more with each word.

“There's a lot I will never do
Some fantastic, I know it's true
But none as much as my want to be with you”

On the word ‘you’, Sirius points directly at Remus, provoking a bit of a gasp from the crowd. He gives another wink and eyebrow waggle before going on.

“I can't stand to wait in line long
So I built a new machine
It just measures up the distance
and then eliminates the folks between”

He jumps off of the staff table, making his way through the isles between each House table. The teachers run after him, but he dodges them easily and runs around the Great Hall.

“One day I'll construct a satellite
and I'll name it after you
'Cause you were the greatest friend of all
except for when you split my lip in two
To see the look upon your face
as I launch you into space

“There's a lot I will never do
Some fantastic, I know it's true
But none as much as my want to be with you”

Sirius continues to dance, shimming his shoulders and shaking his butt; both getting excited screams from his many admirers.

James, though, isn’t concerned with admirers. He turns towards Remus, not sure what to expect. He is positively beaming; his smile alone is what’s lighting up the rest of the Hall.

Before singing the next verse, Sirius skips over to the Gryffindor table and jumps atop it. He runs to where Remus is sitting and kneels in front of him. He holds his wand in front of his mouth and belted out the part of the song that he really truly honestly meant.

“Bye-bye self-respect
I haven't had much of it since you left
I missed out on the best of you”

At that, Remus burst out crying. Not tears of anger or sorrow, as were usually directed at Sirius, but tears of joy and love.

Sirius scoops Remus up by his armpits so that they are both standing on their House table. He reaches a hand out and touches Remus’ cheek. “I’m sorry, my love.” He moves his hand to the back of Remus’ neck and gently pulls their heads together for a quick kiss. More gasps along with a loud applause emit from their audience.

James flicks his wand again, calling back the singer’s voice to finish the song. Sirius grabs Remus’ face once again, but this time they snog for a good five minutes, much to the awe of those looking.

Some day I will find the secret
to your social chemistry
Then I'll print it on a t-shirt
and it'll make you want to be with me
If I wear it past your work
you'll see other guys are jerks
Much like pheromones for flies
you will not avoid my eyes

Before long, the boys are tugging at each others’ shirts. James knows it’s his duty to step in and direct them to where they need to be. “Oi!” he calls, “People are trying to eat here! Go shag in the dormitory, you wankers. Pete and I will just sleep in the common room tonight.”

There's a lot I will never do
Some fantastic, I know it's true
But none as much as my want to be with you
Sirius jumps off the table and raises his hand to help Remus follow. They walk, hand in hand, out of the Great Hall. More applause is followed by merciless wolf-whistling while they continue their walk up to Gryffindor Tower.

Bye-bye self-respect
I haven't had much of it since you left
I missed out on the best of you

Problem solved, thinks James slyly to himself. Now, I’ll just have to make a compromise with Evans to get off of Snivellus and come over to the good side…

A/N: This is for all of those who commented on Sirius’s assholeishness. Hope I redeemed him! Anyway, I know that writing James isn’t really my thing, but I tried to give it a go. How’d I do? One chapter left...a very slashy chapter ;D. Please leave me a comment, thanks!

The Dumping and Chapter Two

2007-11-16T23:27:29Z

So...I did it! I dumped M! He didn't take it exaclty the right way, but I didn't expect him to. It was really out of the blue; I didn't actually give fair warning. I feel horrible, one of my friends told me that he was miserable. I wasn't quite sure how to go about the whole thing, so I just winged (I know that's incorrect, but 'wung' sounds worse...) it. I obviously didn't want to be with him anymore, so I had to dump him or it would've been even worse! Anyway, I'm pumped about going to the movies with Y tomorrow.

So, in honor of my own break up, here's the second of three chapters in my fic. Enjoy!

Title: Power
Chapter Title: Strength (2/4)
Characters/Pairing: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Story Rating: Rish...
Summary: What is strength? Is strength being mean to others, just for the fun of it? Is strength being able to control other people and make them do what you want? Is strength having the ability to make him keep in love with you? Is it cheating on him just to make him want you more? Is being strong having to put aside the feelings of jealousy when you see him snogging somebody else, trying to get your attention? Nah…the definition of strength is just me.
Warnings: Slash and completely non-graphic sex
Comments: Yes please!
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Strength

What is strength? Is strength being mean to others, just for the fun of it? Is strength being able to control other people and make them do what you want? Is strength having the ability to make him keep in love with you? Is it cheating on him just to make him want you more? Is being strong having to put aside the feelings of jealousy when you see him snogging somebody else, trying to get your attention? Nah…the definition of strength is just me.

Sirius thinks this smugly to himself all the time. He knows that everybody wants him—everyone loves him. Remus loves him, Peter loves him, even Lily loves him. Well, she loves him and a couple others (Snivellus and Potter, for example.), but him as well. Sirius’s little toys from different houses all love him. They don’t admit it; nobody but Remus ever does. But Sirius knows that they all have feelings for him, no matter how often they tell him that it’s “just for fun”.

But are they all just for fun? Sirius wonders, Do I lie to Remus when I tell him that he’s the only one for me? He has no idea what the answer is; do the others actually matter to him? Probably not. All that Sirius knows is that he has feelings for Remus that he’s never had before. He wants Remus all the time, no matter who he’s with.

Sirius’s biggest fear is that Remus will stop loving him someday. That’s why Sirius has to keep playing hard to get. If he gives all of himself to Remus, Sirius will just be forgotten. If he keeps playing with Remus’s mind, Remus’ll have a much better chance of staying with Sirius, of continuing to love Sirius. If Sirius messes around with countless numbers of boys and girls, Remus will become more and more jealous and will never let go.

Oh yes…Sirius knows how the mind works. The less you have of something, the more of it you want. He only hopes that Remus won’t get smart to Sirius’s brilliant idea and then leave him for it. Sirius knows he wouldn’t be able to live without Remus… Moony is Sirius’s light and dark, his night and day, his everything. He would surely collapse without Remus at his side.

Whenever Remus finds Sirius snogging a nobody in the Room of Requirements or anywhere actually, Sirius knows that his task is completed. He can have Remus right when the random person is ordered to leave.

Sirius just loves being in control. He loves controlling his little sluts and whores; he loves controlling the actions of all his friends. Most of all, he loves controlling Remus. He can make Moony do whatever he wants him to do. When Sirius says, ‘jump,’ Remus replies with his usual ‘how high?’

He likes making Remus fall in love with him over and over. Sirius knows that Remus hates him for it, but how can he let his worst fear come true? How can he knowingly let Remus slip from his fingers? He can’t.

So he cheats. And he lies. And he pretends. Just like he’s doing now, and two days ago, and the week before, and the month before that. But nothing ever overcomes his love for Remus, which is all that matters, right? Remus should know that Sirius will always love him beyond anything including his own life. Sirius would do anything for Remus; anything but let him fall out of love.

As Sirius snogs whoever the hell he’s with, he dreams of Remus. He imagines that it’s his true lover kissing him, that it’s Remus who’s hot breath is on his face as he pulls away to bite his neck. He’s waiting for his Remus to walk in at any moment, furious and wild. When he finally gets there, Sirius will be able to ravish him, to make Remus love him again.

And here he is…flustered and red-faced, Remus walks in and hits the boy he loves across the face. That’s something he’s never done before. Sirius is suddenly proud of him, because he’s learning to take control. Of course, he’ll never be allowed to hit Sirius again, but this time it’ll pass. His face stings, but Sirius knows that things will be alright soon.

They order the boy Sirius was snogging out of the room at the same time. As he leaves, Sirius stands and wraps his arms around Remus, whispering “I love only you.” Remus wants to be angry, Sirius can tell that he’s trying hard, but is obviously unable. Instead, he kisses Sirius’s mouth with tears rolling down his face.

Sirius does what he has to to keep his lover’s feelings in balance. He feels no regret about it; he only cares for himself and what he needs. To hell with Remus’s feelings; as long as he always feels for Sirius, everything’s alright.

So yes, Sirius thinks, Remus really is the only one that matters. The others have values in ways they don’t even know, but everything is to keep Remus. He loves me, I know he always will, which works out pretty well for the pair of us. I mean, every relationship needs one person filled with weakness and the other filled with strength.

A/N: Very short. EXTREMELY short, actually. I’m sorry about that, but you can only repeat the same thing so many times. I hope you liked it. Only one chapter left, by the way, so please leave me a review!

Breaking it Off

2007-11-15T02:39:34Z

So, I've decided that tomorrow I'm breaking up with my boyfriend, M. We've only been dating for a month, but he's a bit...boring for hyper, energetic me. Besides, we're not taking any classes together and rarely have time to meet up. He's sweet, but he's just too antisocial and quiet.

Besides, I've found myself taking a sudden interest in one of my best friends, Y. He's a year older than me, but I figure that's why I like him. He's really funny and mature and SMART like you couldn't imagine. One of our mutual friends let it slip to me that Y wants to go ask me out. In fact, we've made plans for dinner and a movie Saturday night. Anyone seen 'Across the Universe'? It's supposed to be really good, especially if you're a Beetles fan like moi!

Anyway, I'm just a small bit nervous. It's not as if I haven't broken up with guys (and been broken up with), but I'm never really comfortable doing it. I feel awful and I can never find the right words. But I guess that's the price to pay, isn't it?

Wish me luck; I'm sure I'll need it!

Slytherin Bitch

2007-11-12T19:19:13Z

Haha, apparently I'm a...

Slytherin Bitch:
House: Slytherin
Best Friend(s): Draco, Pansy, and Blaise.

Gryffindors

Harry: Doesn't hate you, but doesn't like you that much either. The fact that you're a Slytherin keeps him away from you.
Ron: Ignores you the best he can.
Hermione: Judges you by your friends.
Oliver Wood: Never really knew you that well because he was always practicing Quidditch.
Fred and George Weasley: Admit you have a knack for playing pranks, but don't want to be your friend.
Seamus Finnigan: Does his best to keep away from you.
Neville Longbottom: Holds up a book everytime you pass to hide from you.
Dean Thomas: Does whatever he can to stay on your good side.
Ginny Weasley: Envies the power you hold over people.
Parvati Patil: Wishes you were nicer to her so that you could be friends.
Padma Patil: Wishes you weren't nicer to her sister because she wants to be your friend.

Hufflepuffs

Cedric Diggory: Thought you had family problems that made you so cruel, but never asked you about it.

Ravenclaws

Cho Chang: Avoids you.

Slytherins

Draco Malfoy: Thinks the highest of you. He doesn't love you, but thinks you two would be the perfect couple. He always tries to impress you by picking on the people you hate or standing/sitting near you during classes. He loves how you play hard to get because he's sick of one night stands with girls he doesn't even like.
Crabbe: Is actually a very nice person, you've found out, but he doesn't talk much.
Goyle: Never looks at you because he's afraid that Draco will hex him.
Pansy Parkinson: Is very civilized and doesn't hate you. She thinks of you as her best friend and has completely over come the fact that Draco holds no interest in her and in you instead.
Marcus Flint: Always touches you: your hands, your arms, your hair. Anything he can reach, he'll touch.
Blaise Zabini: Tries to be kind to you so that you won't date Draco and he can have you for himself.

Teachers

Dumbledore: Hopes that you won't take the wrong path in your life.
McGonnagall: Treats you as an equal even though you excel tremendously in her class.
Professor Flitwick: Wants you to stop using your levitation skills to throw things at other students.
Professor Trelawney: Has you stay after class everyday so that she can wish you the best on the rest of your "dangerous, yet short" life.
Professor Snape: Pulls you out of your other classes sometimes to help him with his first year classes because of your skill and wisdom.
Filch: Keeps his cat away from you at all expense.

The only result that really matters is the one bolded, italicized, underlined, and made a bigger size. Hehehe Snape=<3

Getting Started

2007-11-10T08:09:34Z

So, my first-ever LiveJournal post! Thought I'd start it out with a story, though I'm still trying to figure out how exactly this thing works. Here it goes!

Title: Power
Chapter Title: Weakness (1/3)
Characters/Pairing: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black (very minor Snape/Lily)
Story Rating: R
Summary: What is weakness? Is weakness letting him walk all over you, day after day? Is it not having the courage to tell him ‘no’ every time he takes advantage of you? Maybe it’s pretending not to see him when he’s snogging a different boy or girl. Could it be always believing him when he tells you that the others don’t matter; that you’re the only one for him? Or is weakness just not being strong?
Warnings: Slash and completely non-graphic sex
Comments: Yes please!
LJ cut:

Weakness

What is weakness? Is weakness letting him walk all over you, day after day? Is it not having the courage to tell him ‘no’ every time he takes advantage of you? Maybe it’s pretending not to see him when he’s snogging a different boy or girl. Could it be always believing him when he tells you that the others don’t matter; that you’re the only one for him? Is weakness falling in love with your best mate? Or is it just not being strong?

Questions form in Remus Lupin’s head as he watches the boy of his dreams. Padfoot’s eyes sparkle silver while he talks to James about their next prank. Remus just nods his head whenever they ask his opinion. How do they expect him to concentrate while Sirius looks like that? He’s in a thin, white muscle shirt and red boxers with pink hearts. Remus had bought Sirius those boxers for Valentine’s Day last year. He remembers that night; the first night he’d been shagged by Sirius. He can recount slipping those very same boxers off of Sirius’s hips and lowering down his head. He could still hear the moans that both he and Sirius let out that night; just the thought of it aroused Remus.

“Hey, Earth to Moony…” he hears the sexy, low voice of his lover. Sirius walks over to him and sits right beside Remus on his bed. “You know…” he starts, “I think you’ve got something on your neck. How the bloody hell did you get chocolate on your neck Remus? Let me get that for you.”

Sirius tackles Remus and starts licking his neck. He hears Remus grunt with joy as James roars with protest; “Common guys, I’m sitting right here!” Sirius doesn’t care; James had seen them snog before. He continues to suck on Remus’s skin as he moves up towards his mouth. When he finally makes it, he presses his hips into Remus’s and shoves his tongue into the slightly smaller boy’s mouth. He enforces just enough pressure to tell Remus you are mine, I am not yours. Remus complies and let’s Sirius do the work.

They hear James complaining as he leaves the dormitory when he sees Sirius’s hand slide down to grab Remus’s crotch. Sure, it was outside of his pants, but James knows that once Sirius starts, he won’t quit until he finishes. No matter what Remus thinks; it is all about Sirius. James knows that it always was and always will be that way. He can’t deal with watching this sort of thing between his two best friends, so he brings his homework down to the common room and hopes that he won’t be able to hear the groaning from upstairs.

Remus knows that he needs to stop Sirius…he’s used him one too many times. He can’t let Sirius do this to him anymore. But as Sirius’s mouth is kissing the scars on his stomach, Remus realizes that he should just let Sirius have his fun. He is having fun as well, of course, but he knows that he will just end up getting hurt.

He looks down and watches Sirius fumble with the zipper on his trousers and slide them off. Sirius, already having no pants on, just throws off his boxers and flips Remus over so that he is upside down. With each thrust from the back, Remus gasps and lets out a slow sigh, occasionally screaming out Sirius’s name in pleasure.

Remus wakes up to find the bed empty, again. I should’ve known, he thinks to himself as he gets dressed. One half of Remus wants to find Sirius, but half of him doesn’t. Remus knows where he is; he’s snogging the Hufflepuff boy or groping the Ravenclaw girl in the Room of Requirements. Sirius knows that Remus hates being cheated on, but he doesn’t care. He likes being, in a sense, the Quaffle while Remus is the chaser. Once in a while, he lets Remus have him (even thought it’s usually him having Remus), but whenever he’s not with Remus, he’s scoring points with somebody else.

Remus tried to cheat back on Sirius, sometimes finding himself snogging Snivellus just to make Sirius angry. It never works, though. Sirius keeps his cool and smirks at Remus as though he hasn’t a care in the world that the boy he loves is making out with the person he loathes most.

The worst of it is when Remus confronts Sirius, just as he’s going to do now. He feels himself become weak. He always gives in to his lover even though Remus is the one who ends up wounded. Remus starts walking to the seventh floor, lost in his thoughts about Sirius and his own weakness.

When he finally reaches the door, he thinks “I need to get to Sirius,” three times and a door suddenly appears. Remus walks in with false confidence and sees the Hufflepuff boy. Not knowing his name, Remus just points and yells, “You. Out. Now!” The boy unhinges his mouth from Sirius’s and leaves quickly.

Sirius looks at Remus, anger flaring in his eyes. “What the bloody hell did you do that for?” he yells. Remus stands his ground as Sirius stomps over to him.

“Why do you do this, Sirius? Why can’t you just love me like you say you do? Why do you always have to have somebody else? Am I not good enough for you?” The words feel like they’re coming from somebody else’s mouth; Remus isn’t used to speaking like this to Sirius. Sirius isn’t either…

“Are you mad?” he asks, “You know that nobody matters to me but you! You know how much I love you, Moony.” He sounds defensive, as if Remus has insulted him.

“How the hell do you reckon I know that when all you do is fool around with other girls and better looking guys?” Remus paces around the room as he fumes.

“I just like having fun,” Sirius tries to sound convincing and serious, both of which he incapable of doing. “But you’re not just for fun, like the others are, Moony. I love you so much.” Sirius pulls Remus into a tight hug and doesn’t let go until Remus reluctantly hugs him back. “I love you so much, Moony.” Sirius repeats this over and over while he kisses Remus’s neck, cheek, ears, and finally his lips.

Remus has no choice; he never does. He kisses Sirius back, remembering how in love with him Remus really is. He smells delicious, like Chocolate Frogs and the Fire Whisky that he so often drinks. His mouth tastes bitter, just as Remus knows it will. “You drink too much, Sirius” he whispers into Padfoot’s ear in between nibbles.

“And you don’t drink at all, love.” As if Remus doesn’t know this…Sirius grabs Remus’s face and tells him to “Stick out your tongue”. Remus obliges, as usual, and Sirius wraps his mouth around his toy’s tongue. He flicks his own at his friend’s and sucks on it.

Sirius likes to do this a lot as Remus knows. It makes him feel powerful, Remus reckons, Sirius always needs to be in control.

Unlike you, Remus thinks to himself, still being groped by Sirius, you are weak. You let this boy walk all over you and at the end of the day, what do you do? You take him back. You let him do it all over again. He lied to you, you know? He might not love anybody but you, but the others do matter to him. He wouldn’t go after so many if he cared about you that much. He would stay loyal and be faithful to you no matter what. But he isn’t. He will never be.