Fic: Under Clothing part 1
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hpkinkfestTitle: Under Clothing
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blue_eyed_1987
Prompt Number:228 , submitted byvaysh11
Kink Showcased: Skin visible through ripped or torn clothes
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sirius/Remus, brief explicit Remus/OMC
Summary: Supplementary prompt: (Is this even a kink?) I'd love to see one being desperately turned on by catching glimpses of skin through holes and rips in the other's clothes. Bonus points if the class difference in the pairing figures into the attraction, and the torn clothing is a result of poverty and not the wearer's fashionable choice. The timeline of this fic goes from MWPP era, through the first war, POA and then post-POA
Content Notes/Warnings: I’ve been very vague about ages, but there may be some sexual content that is classed as (consensual) underage, between Remus and a OMC, but you can twist the timelines to make it seem that they’re both of age.
Word Count: ~10k
Author's Notes:So this grew a plot while I wasn’t looking, and it’s not all that kinky? Lots of feelings though. I really hope you enjoy it! This is my first proper HP fic, really, so I'm incredibly nervous!
Many thanks to:fcmwt_r_do, hereticalvision & analise010 for betaing, handholding and cheerleading. Thank you to the mods for such a wonderful fest, and granting me an extension after a rough couple of months.
Mods, none of the kink tags fit, not sure if you want to create a clothing-through-skin tag?
All of Remus’ jumpers have a hole at the cuff. He bites and twists at the fabric there until he’s got a hole he can slip his thumb through so the sleeves cover the bottom part of his hands. It drives James mad - every Christmas and birthday he’s bought Remus a pair of gloves. Remus just laughs and shrugs and makes a comment about how bad his memory is, he never remembers to pick up gloves. James just throws his hands up in disgust, proclaiming Remus useless.
~~~
One pair of Remus’ jeans starts wearing just below his groin. The night he notices, Sirius sneaks to the bathroom and has a short, desperate wank imagining kneeling in front of Remus, tonguing pale skin through shredded and worn denim. He imagines Remus panting above him, one hand curled in Sirius hair, the other wrapped around his own cock, jerking himself off. Sirius comes hard, his gasps echoing off the tiled walls.
Sirius crawls back into bed, curls up and thinks very hard about not thinking about it. He falls asleep sometime around dawn, and wakes up scant hours later, grumpy and sullen. The others ask what’s wrong, and just shrug when Sirius changes the subject without answering. James occasionally glances at him, but Sirius refuses to meet his eyes.
~~~
“Sirius,"
“Remus," Sirius replies in the same tone, closing his book and looking up at Remus. Remus is obviously nervous about something and Sirius concentrates on keeping his face blank.
“Have I - done something to offend you? You seem...off." Remus asks, looking up from his book. “You have been for a few days now." he added quietly.
“No, no. Not at all. I’m just," freaked out because your thighs turn me on “-dunno." Sirius finishes, shrugging. “It’s not you."
Remus smiles suddenly, and flops down on the bed next to him. Sirius shifts slightly under the guise of making room for Remus.
“Good, I was worried for a moment." He pauses, fiddling with his cuff. “There’s something I want to tell you."
“Alright." Sirius shuts his book and turns to face his friend. Remus looks nervous, biting his bottom lip. “Come on, spit it out. It can’t be that terrible."
“I think I might be queer."
Oh “Oh."
“Yeah. There’s someone. Vincent Inglebee," Remus looks down, fiddling with a hole in his trousers.
“Ravenclaw Beater?"
“That’s him. We did that Potions’ report together, and started spending time outside of school work..."
Sirius knows he should be concentrating, but all he can focus on is Remus' long fingers playing with loose threads and the tiny glimpses of pale leg through the denim. Sirius closes his eyes and swallows, trying to calm the heat that suddenly floods his body.
Remus stops talking.
“Sorry, I-"
“No, no, it’s nothing. Listen, you and Inglebee, you should go for it. Seriously." Sirius blurts, trying to cover his distraction.
Remus smiles hesitantly, and Sirius responds in kind, feeling a little bit brittle.
~~~
Sirius doesn’t ask Remus if he’s approached Inglebee, but he assumes so from the way they spend time together. Remus doesn’t neglect them in anyway – and Sirius needed to spend more time with James anyway – but there are odd evenings and Saturdays where Remus is absent.
“You know you both could spend time with us?" James says one morning. Remus blushes to the roots of his hair and mumbles.
“What? Ashamed of us?" Peter asks.
“What No! It’s just. It’s not what you think."
“Are you going to tell us what it is like?"
“It’s more. Private?"
“You spend all your time shagging him don’t you?" James says, leering terribly.
Remus suddenly finds his cup of pumpkin juice incredibly interesting, and a smile plays at the corners of his mouth.
“Remus, you mongrel!" James howls, nudging Sirius. Sirius forces a laugh and gives Remus an exaggerated wink, mind completely blank.
~~~
Remus and Inglebee stumble into the dorm, and Sirius ducks behind a cupboard. He doesn’t want to eavesdrop, not really, but he also doesn’t want to interrupt and they’re between him and the door. Remus sits on his bed, and opens his legs to let the other boy stand between them.
Sirius closes his eyes. He knows he can’t sneak out yet, not without attracting attention. He begins searching his mind for a spell or something to block out the noises of the kissing, the soft hums, and the rustling of clothing. He swallows hard and takes another peek. Remus has his legs wrapped high around Inglebee’s back. Sirius can see Remus’ knee poking through a rent in the denim, and his ankles where the too-short jeans have ridden up his leg.
He can feel his dick twitching and thickening against his trousers, the tingling sensation mixing with the guilt at watching the private moment, making him nauseated. He has to get out and now, so he drops to his knees, hoping the two boys are too wrapped up in each other to notice. Sirius can just reach under James’ bed to pull out the Invisibility Cloak. He gratefully wraps it around his shoulders, now free to move.
The door opens almost silently - silently enough that Sirius can still hear the slick sounds of the boys kissing, soft huffing of breaths - and Sirius shudders, crossing the threshold. He pulls the door shut behind him, and it takes all his willpower not to look back.
~~~
“Sirius." Sirius looks up, squinting to try and focus his vision. “You’re drunk."
“I am. Firewhisky? Oops." Sirius tries to wipe his hands where he’s spilt alcohol over them.
“You should go to bed." Remus says, coming to stand in front of Sirius.
“Bed? Bed is good." Sirius would quite like to go to bed. With Remus.
“I’m glad you think so."
“You’re laughing at me. You’re not allowed to laugh at me. This is all your fault."
“Oh really? How does that work?"
“I wouldn’t be drunk if it wasn’t for your thighs. And fingers." Sirius catches Remus’ hand and strokes his fingers, wondering what they’d feel like it they were skittering over his skin, they way they do over the rips in Remus’ clothing.
“Right." Remus says quietly, pulling his hand from Sirius’ grasp. Sirius feels himself pout. “Come on, bed. You’ll feel this is in the morning."
Sirius groans. “I already hate tomorrow."
Remus snorts a laugh. He pulls Sirius up, stumbling under his weight.
“Ooof. Come on, get your feet under you." Eventually they’re roughly vertical, and Remus half drags Sirius to the dorm.
“If you’re nice James might give you some of his supply of hangover cure." Remus pulls the bed covers of Sirius’ bed back. “Go on, down you go."
Sirius falls on his back, giggling. Then he remembers he should be quiet.
“Shush!"
“Yes, shush." Remus replies, pulling off Sirius’ shoes. He puts Sirius into bed and covers him up. “There, now sleep."
“‘k."
~~~
“Oh Gods. I’m not sure what happened last night, but I’m sorry." Sirius rolls over and presses his face into the pillow. The light from the window stabs into his mind.
“Do you remember?"
“Nope." Sirius swallows as he feels the mattress dip, signaling Remus has sat down next to him.
“Probably for the best. You were drunk. Kept going on about how it was my fault you were drunk. And thighs."
Sirius feels the blood drain from his face.
“Thighs?"
“Something about my thighs being the reason you were drunk?" Remus asks, fiddling with a loose strand at his cuff.
Oh “Oh." Sirius rolls onto his side so he can look up at Remus. He doesn’t sound or look amused anymore.
“Yeah."
Sirius takes a breath, ready to laugh it off, and then he doesn’t. He just watches Remus’ fingers fiddle with the material at his cuff, until he reaches out and stops Remus’ fingers, covering them with his own. Remus just stares at Sirius, mouth open slightly. Sirius runs his fingers over the frayed material.
“You drive me a little mad, you know? You and your fiddling. Completely up the wall," Sirius admits, smiling slightly, hoping his rambling is making some sense to Remus.
“Mad in a good way? Or mad in a ‘stop or I’ll remove your fingers’ way?"
“Mad in a ‘mad but I like it’ way."
“Oh, that’s alright then. Not sure I’d be able to stop." Remus is smiling now, warmly and is leaning closer, fingers curling around Sirius’.
“Erm." Now the silence has been broken, they talk over each other, trying to make excuses.
“Yeah, sorry, I-"
“Especially with Inglebee." Sirius knows he sounds bitter.
“I keep telling you, it’s not-"
“He’s just a shag?"
“Yeah, I guess. Just a bit of fun," Remus shrugs.
“Mongrel." Sirius says, punching Remus on the thigh lightly.
~~~
Then they start studying Lycanthropy, and Sirius isn’t thinking about Remus in terms of his ragged clothing and the way it makes Sirius’ dick throb and his heart race, instead he’s contemplating the very real possibility that Remus is a Werewolf.
He and James pore over the facts furtively, when Remus is doing his own work, and Pete is off wooing the Hufflepuff keeper. They argue back and forth, trying to fit the facts to different theories.
Sirius eventually snaps, and the next night Remus is collected with the excuse of an ailing relative, he grabs James’ Invisibility Cloak, and follows Remus and McGonagall.
He has to walk almost on their heels to get through all the doors, but he doesn’t get caught. They walk out of the castle and across the field to the Whomping Willow. The violent tree freezes at a mutter of words from McGonagall and they disappear down a hole at the base of the trunk. Sirius tiptoes as fast as he can, hoping the noise of his footsteps are inaudible over the wind, the sound of their own footsteps, anything.
They emerge inside a house. It’s old and dusty but not falling down as far as Sirius can see. He feels slightly uncomfortable - maybe this is Remus’ house and there is a sick relative - but he disregards the thought when McGonagall starts talking to Remus.
“I’ll leave you here. I’ll send Madam Pomfrey in the morning, as usual."
“Thank you." Remus says, looking sicker than Sirius has ever seen him. She leaves and Remus walks into a room and sits on the floor, pulling off his coat and hanging it inside a wardrobe. Sirius pulls off the Cloak.
“Remus, wh-"
Remus jumps and whirls around. He’s sweating, and his eyes are wide, almost wild looking.
“Sirius! You can’t be here! Get out!" Remus says frantically, backing away from Sirius, eyes darting like he’s looking for a way out.
“What’s going on?" Sirius takes a few steps forward.
“Get out!" Remus is shouting now, panting. Sirius gapes at Remus, who looks more angry than Sirius has ever seen him.
He watches as Remus starts to writhe and - and grow. He curls in on himself and Sirius can hear his clothes ripping, tearing along the seams. Sirius can see Remus’ skin through the rents. He’s crying out now and underneath it all Sirius can hear bones creaking and cracking.
He stands, transfixed and horrified as he watches Remus’ back arch, and his face his elongating into a snout, his eyes turn amber, and he claws at the rest of his clothes. Remus is fully wolf now, snarling and growling.
Sirius throws the Cloak back over himself and starts to edge backwards out of the room.
The wolf stops and look around, sniffing the air. He looks at the space where Sirius is and Sirius is suddenly very aware of how bad an idea this is. He turns and flees out of the house - missing the entrance into the tunnel completely and finding the front door. He flings the door shut behind him and shouts a locking spell. He hears the wolf throw himself against the door, howling when he can’t break through.
Sirius finds himself standing outside of an old house, one that he’s heard rumours about - rumours that some particularly nasty poltergeists have moved in to it. Sirius now knows that those noises come from Remus. He wonders who started these rumours - surely Dumbledore had something to do with it.
Sirius shakes himself and starts making his way back to Hogwarts, not entirely sure how he’s going to get back in, but not willing to hang around Hogsmeade either.
Eventually he ends up banging on Hagrid’s door. Hagrid takes one look at Sirius, drags him inside and makes him tea spiked with firewhisky. He doesn’t ask and Sirius doesn’t tell. Sirius curls up on Hagrid’s floor, the Cloak functioning as a decent blanket. He doesn’t sleep.
~~~
They find Remus in the hospital wing the next day. James manages to convince Madam Pomfrey to let them in, and they crowd around the bed with offerings of chocolate frogs.
Remus doesn’t meet their eyes, instead watching his hands as they twist together. Sirius looks at James, trying to silently convey the need for him to speak. James nods back, rolling his eyes.
“You should have told us," James says quietly, having apparently decided to go straight to the point. “We wouldn’t have run away."
“I was forbidden, and I didn’t-" Remus stops and swallows, “it’s happened before."
“It’s not going to happen with us." Sirius declares, James nodding next to him. Remus smiles up at them, albeit a little tiredly.
“Peter doesn’t know yet." James adds. “We didn’t know if you wanted to tell him or not."
“I’ll tell him. I should be out of here this evening, I’ll tell him then." Remus says tiredly.
Madam Pomfrey chooses that moment to come over and demand they leave her patient to rest.
“Sirius, I’ll want words with you later." Remus calls after them, frowning. Sirius waves at him, trying to look innocent.
“Busted!" James singsongs. Sirius winces at the thought of one of Remus’ lectures.
~~~
“You shouldn’t have been there. I could’ve killed you!" Remus is pacing in front of Sirius. Five steps and turn, five steps and turn. Even when he’s angry he’s methodical.
“But you didn’t." Sirius points out.
“That’s not the point, idiot!" Remus runs his hand through his hair. “You have no idea how dangerous I am."
“The wolf. You’re not the wolf, and you’d never hurt me - anyone - on purpose."
“The wolf is a part of me, Sirius. It’s a side of me I can’t escape." Remus stops pacing, looking completely defeated. “Anyway, this is besides the point. The point is it was insanely dangerous - if you had suspicions you should have come to me with them."
“I know, I know it was stupid. I just. Wanted to know?" Sirius winces at how unimpressed Remus looks. “I’m sorry."
“Just. Don’t do it again." Remus flops down in a chair. “You scared the life out of me. If anything had have happened-"
“Nothing did happen. And I won’t do it again."
~~~
Remus has a jumper. He'd had it for years – the sleeves were a bit too short, and it rode up at the back, showing a mouthwatering slice of skin there. Sirius had never understood why he wore it until after they had learnt about Remus’ ‘little furry problem’. He only really wore on the days after a full moon, when he was too bruised and exhausted to move too far.
Every time Sirius sees Remus wearing that jumper, he sneaks off to the kitchens and brings up some hot tea (occasionally spiked with firewhisky). Remus always beams at him, and shifts over on the bed, and Sirius can perch next to him, and poke fun at whatever Remus is reading, or distract him from work. If Sirius sit right, his arm brushes against the bare skin of Remus’ waist, where the jumper has ridden up.
~~~
“Remus! What are you doing?" James asks, coming to a stop in front of the other boy. Sirius steps back to watch, James and Remus very rarely go head to head, but it’s always fun when they do.
“A knut says Remus wins." Pete whispers, grinning.
“You’re on." Sirius whispers back.
“What do you mean, you’re not going to Hogsmeade?"
“Just that. I’m skipping this one." Remus says from behind his book.
“Why?"
“Is that really any of your business?"
“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t think so." James points out, “we always go to Hogsmeade together. What’s so important that you’re missing it? I know you’re not behind on any work...Oh. Do you have a date?"
“Oh, no. No." Sirius firmly quelled the smile wanting to break free at Remus’ denial.
“Then what is it?"
Remus sighs and finally closes his book.
“Look, need to save the money, alright? And no, you’re not going to lend me any, or pay for me or anything."
“You don’t have to spend money, Remus." Pete points out, having apparently decided that having a group outing is more important than winning a bet.
“Yes, but it’s different. Not spending money because you have it but don’t want anything is different from not spending money because you don’t have any to spend. So, no."
There’s a stunned silence followed Remus’ outburst - Sirius knew that Remus had less money than the rest of them, but it never came up. He had never thought about it before, and now Sirius is wondering if he should’ve.
“I didn’t know you felt like that." James says quietly.
“I know, and I didn’t want you to. This is what happens when you don’t mind your own business." Remus smiles just a little, and Sirius relaxes slightly.
“Alright, alright." James relents.
“Just go off and have fun," Remus says, waving them off. “And try to not cause too much trouble."
“No promises on that, Remus." Remus rolls his eyes and picks his book back up.
It’s only after, when the three of them are sitting in the Three Broomsticks, with tankards of butterbeer that it occurs to Sirius none of them asked what Remus needed to save up for.
~~~
“So what are you saving up for? New broomstick? Textbooks?" Sirius steels himself, and says, “present for Inglebee?"
“Oh, no. We’re not, anymore." Remus says. Sirius catches a hint of regret in his voice, and can see his shoulders slump.
“Oh, well. Sorry to hear that." Sirius winces at how awkward he sounds. “Are you alright?"
“Yeah. Just a little fun, after all." Remus shrugs.
“You know I’m here, yeah? We all are - if you need to -" Remus is starting to smile now, mockery and fondness present in equal measures. “- get drunk or whatever."
“Thank you." Remus says, looking a bit happier, Sirius is proud to realise.
Remus shakes himself slightly. “But, anyway. New clothes, that’s what I’m saving for. Sometimes during...that time of the month...well, you were there. Sometimes clothes get ruined."
“Oh. Does it happen every time?"
“Well, normally I strip off, actually." Remus replies, suddenly not looking at Sirius. His ears are bright red. Sirius is momentarily struck by the thought that he almost ran into a naked Remus transforming into a wolf. It takes him a while to come back to the conversation.
“...and so new clothes are needed."
“I’m sorry. For interrupting you. And making you ruining your clothes. I. um."
“It’s fine, really. You didn’t know. It’s nothing big - I tend to wear old clothes on those nights anyway. I should have enough to go and get some clothes next time we’re in Hogsmeade."
“Good. You were missed, mate."
~~~
One day Sirius sees a jumper that’s perfect for Remus – warm and and a deep red colour that would look amazing on Remus. He buys it, and puts it on Remus’ bed. When Remus comes back from the library he frowns.
“What’s this doing on my bed?"
“Well, its yours."
“No, no it isn’t." Remus picks the jumper up, and walks over to Sirius.
“Look, its my fault you ripped your clothes last month, it’s only right I replace them."
“I don’t need your charity, Sirius."
“It’s not charity. I’m replacing something."
“But I ripped it."
“Because I disturbed you - I shouldn’t have been there." Sirius says, hoping to distract Remus into taking the gift.
“I don’t care. I don’t want it."
“But you need it." As soon as the words leave Sirius’ mouth, he knows they’re the wrong ones. Remus’ face darkens. Bollocks.
“I do not need your charity, Sirius!"
“I didn’t mean it like that."
“How did you mean it, then?"
“I-"
“Exactly." Remus throws the jumper to the floor.
“I’m just trying to do something nice for you - why can’t you just accept it?" Sirius shouts back, angry now.
“I don’t need your pity!"
“It’s not pity! Bloody hell, Remus!"
“You wouldn’t have brought this for James or Peter if they had needed new clothes, you would’ve just let them get on with it. But because I need clothes and have to save up instead of just pulling money out of a Gringotts account, I get this." Remus gestures to the pile of fabric on the floor. Sirius picks it up.
“That’s not what this is and you know it."
“Oh, really."
“Yes, really. Look, I just saw this and thought of you. I didn’t think about the money - you know I have more than I’ll need."
“Must be nice, not having to think about money." Remus says, bitterly.
“Gah!" Sirius shouts, throwing up his hands. He hates that Remus is seconding guessing his intentions, hates it that something he bought as a gift, something he wanted to bring Remus joy has led to an argument. He hates how hard it is.
~~~
The silence lasts a week. Eventually Remus comes to dinner wearing the jumper Sirius bought for him. Sirius swallows and nods at Remus. The jumper looks as good on Remus as he imagined - the red is perfect, and the fit is much better than anything Remus normally wears - although Sirius is disappointed that the sleeves fit perfectly, and he can’t see Remus’ wrists. But a warm liquid sensation pooled in his belly at the sight of Remus clothed in something that Sirius had paid for, so he was willing to make the sacrifice.
“Sirius. Can I have a word?" Remus asks. Sirius is aware that James and Peter have fallen silent, watching intently.
“Of course." Sirius replies, and stands up on slightly shaky legs. He follows Remus to a vaguely private area of the Dining Hall. The jumper fits perfectly, clinging nicely to Remus’ shoulders.
“I’m sorry. I’m a bit...touchy, I guess." Remus offers, quietly
“It’s fine. I should’ve asked first. I didn’t think." Sirius says
“It’s a nice jumper. Thank you." Remus smiles shyly, already poking at the wool at his wrist. He tuts and stops. “I should probably leave it new for a bit before I make it all holey."
“No," Sirius protests, “I mean. It’s yours, you can do what you like." Remus looks at him, and starts fiddling with the cuff once more.
~~~
Changing into an animal for the first time is odd to say the least. Sirius can feel his skin squirming over twisting and elongating muscles. He can feel his thoughts becoming simpler, his emotions taking over more of his head. His love for James, his nervousness about the situation and Remus - his lust sharpening and losing the fuzzy edge of guilt and confusion.
It becomes easier, smoother to change. His body doesn’t protest as much, his thoughts re-arrange themselves easily now.
Remus doesn’t take it well, at first. He tries to forbid them from joining him on full moon night, convinced the wolf will attack them.
They go anyway. Pete is small enough to dart between the branches on the tree and see how McGonagall freezes the branches. Slipping down the tunnel after him is easy. Sirius and James change, and wait for Remus to appear.
Soon they can hear the growls and snarls that signal transformation. Sirius whines and tries to go to Remus, but James blocks his way, butting him with his antlers.
Eventually the wolf appears, snarling and gnashing. He swipes at the furniture, taking chunks out of a wooden table. James approaches carefully, keeping low to the floor. The wolf spots him and growls, taking a snap. James rears back and Sirius jumps forward, snapping back.
The wolf turns on Sirius, one paw swiping Sirius around the side of his head. Sirius lands painfully on his side but is soon back up, throwing himself at the wolf. James jumps in, using his antlers to his advantage.
They tussle for a while, fighting for dominance of the ‘pack’. Sirius and James eventually yield - they can’t beat the wolf - but they haven’t rolled over and made it easy either.
The wolf calms as it gets closer to moonset, whining and snuffling around the newcomers. Eventually they start to drop off to sleep.
Sirius wakes up and wishes he hadn’t. He feels like one big bruise, and he groans as he rolls over. He can hear a muffled curse and a scrambling. He turns, wincing, to see Remus buttoning up his jeans. Remus is moving carefully, holding himself stiffly as if he’s afraid to bend too much.
“Shit." Sirius curses, wincing as his head gives an almighty pound.
Remus looks up and makes his way over to Sirius.
“Are you ok? I- bugger." Remus lifts a hand and places a hand on Sirius’ chin, turning his head. He hisses and gently runs a finger down the side of Sirius’ face. The pain is sharp and jagged, making Sirius jump, then wince when the movement causes his head to ache even more.
“Sorry. Bugger." Remus says again, face tightening with guilt.
“It’s fine." Sirius grabs Remus’ wrist. “I probably gave you just as worse. James too." Remus’ eyes widen and he turns to find James.
James is still asleep, but Remus shakes him awake. James swats at him, mumbling. Remus apologises but doesn’t stop.
“What? Ow." James rolls over onto what must be a sore spot. He blinks in confusion a few times.
“Are you alright, James?" Remus is pretty frantic at this point, and the noise wakes up Peter, who was clever enough to stay well out the way and is fine. He yawns and sits up.
“What’s going on?" Peter croaks to the room in general.
“Remus is convinced he’s half-murdered us all." Sirius replies.
“Oh, right."
“It’s not funny!" Remus explodes. “Pete, are you alright?"
“Didn’t even touch me, mate."
Remus lowers himself to the floor and presses his hands to his forehead.
“Remus," James says quietly, “we’re fine. A bit battered but that’s nothing new for us. We don’t even need to go to the hospital wing."
“We did it, mate." Sirius says, unable to hide the grin spreading across his face. “We actually did it!"
James grins back over Remus’ head. Remus would come around, eventually.
~~~
And he did. Soon they were roaming the outskirts of the village and the surrounding forests. The wolf eventually got used to them - they never knew if the wolf knew who they were - but there were less fights, less cuts and bruises.
Every so often Remus would go quiet and his face would tighten and Sirius would know Remus was feeling guilty. But then they’d find out more about the grounds, find another secret passage, or pull another prank and Remus would join in with the laughter.
Part 2
Author:
blue_eyed_1987Prompt Number:228 , submitted by
vaysh11Kink Showcased: Skin visible through ripped or torn clothes
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sirius/Remus, brief explicit Remus/OMC
Summary: Supplementary prompt: (Is this even a kink?) I'd love to see one being desperately turned on by catching glimpses of skin through holes and rips in the other's clothes. Bonus points if the class difference in the pairing figures into the attraction, and the torn clothing is a result of poverty and not the wearer's fashionable choice. The timeline of this fic goes from MWPP era, through the first war, POA and then post-POA
Content Notes/Warnings: I’ve been very vague about ages, but there may be some sexual content that is classed as (consensual) underage, between Remus and a OMC, but you can twist the timelines to make it seem that they’re both of age.
Word Count: ~10k
Author's Notes:So this grew a plot while I wasn’t looking, and it’s not all that kinky? Lots of feelings though. I really hope you enjoy it! This is my first proper HP fic, really, so I'm incredibly nervous!
Many thanks to:
fcmwt_r_do, hereticalvision & analise010 for betaing, handholding and cheerleading. Thank you to the mods for such a wonderful fest, and granting me an extension after a rough couple of months. Mods, none of the kink tags fit, not sure if you want to create a clothing-through-skin tag?
All of Remus’ jumpers have a hole at the cuff. He bites and twists at the fabric there until he’s got a hole he can slip his thumb through so the sleeves cover the bottom part of his hands. It drives James mad - every Christmas and birthday he’s bought Remus a pair of gloves. Remus just laughs and shrugs and makes a comment about how bad his memory is, he never remembers to pick up gloves. James just throws his hands up in disgust, proclaiming Remus useless.
~~~
One pair of Remus’ jeans starts wearing just below his groin. The night he notices, Sirius sneaks to the bathroom and has a short, desperate wank imagining kneeling in front of Remus, tonguing pale skin through shredded and worn denim. He imagines Remus panting above him, one hand curled in Sirius hair, the other wrapped around his own cock, jerking himself off. Sirius comes hard, his gasps echoing off the tiled walls.
Sirius crawls back into bed, curls up and thinks very hard about not thinking about it. He falls asleep sometime around dawn, and wakes up scant hours later, grumpy and sullen. The others ask what’s wrong, and just shrug when Sirius changes the subject without answering. James occasionally glances at him, but Sirius refuses to meet his eyes.
~~~
“Sirius,"
“Remus," Sirius replies in the same tone, closing his book and looking up at Remus. Remus is obviously nervous about something and Sirius concentrates on keeping his face blank.
“Have I - done something to offend you? You seem...off." Remus asks, looking up from his book. “You have been for a few days now." he added quietly.
“No, no. Not at all. I’m just," freaked out because your thighs turn me on “-dunno." Sirius finishes, shrugging. “It’s not you."
Remus smiles suddenly, and flops down on the bed next to him. Sirius shifts slightly under the guise of making room for Remus.
“Good, I was worried for a moment." He pauses, fiddling with his cuff. “There’s something I want to tell you."
“Alright." Sirius shuts his book and turns to face his friend. Remus looks nervous, biting his bottom lip. “Come on, spit it out. It can’t be that terrible."
“I think I might be queer."
Oh “Oh."
“Yeah. There’s someone. Vincent Inglebee," Remus looks down, fiddling with a hole in his trousers.
“Ravenclaw Beater?"
“That’s him. We did that Potions’ report together, and started spending time outside of school work..."
Sirius knows he should be concentrating, but all he can focus on is Remus' long fingers playing with loose threads and the tiny glimpses of pale leg through the denim. Sirius closes his eyes and swallows, trying to calm the heat that suddenly floods his body.
Remus stops talking.
“Sorry, I-"
“No, no, it’s nothing. Listen, you and Inglebee, you should go for it. Seriously." Sirius blurts, trying to cover his distraction.
Remus smiles hesitantly, and Sirius responds in kind, feeling a little bit brittle.
~~~
Sirius doesn’t ask Remus if he’s approached Inglebee, but he assumes so from the way they spend time together. Remus doesn’t neglect them in anyway – and Sirius needed to spend more time with James anyway – but there are odd evenings and Saturdays where Remus is absent.
“You know you both could spend time with us?" James says one morning. Remus blushes to the roots of his hair and mumbles.
“What? Ashamed of us?" Peter asks.
“What No! It’s just. It’s not what you think."
“Are you going to tell us what it is like?"
“It’s more. Private?"
“You spend all your time shagging him don’t you?" James says, leering terribly.
Remus suddenly finds his cup of pumpkin juice incredibly interesting, and a smile plays at the corners of his mouth.
“Remus, you mongrel!" James howls, nudging Sirius. Sirius forces a laugh and gives Remus an exaggerated wink, mind completely blank.
~~~
Remus and Inglebee stumble into the dorm, and Sirius ducks behind a cupboard. He doesn’t want to eavesdrop, not really, but he also doesn’t want to interrupt and they’re between him and the door. Remus sits on his bed, and opens his legs to let the other boy stand between them.
Sirius closes his eyes. He knows he can’t sneak out yet, not without attracting attention. He begins searching his mind for a spell or something to block out the noises of the kissing, the soft hums, and the rustling of clothing. He swallows hard and takes another peek. Remus has his legs wrapped high around Inglebee’s back. Sirius can see Remus’ knee poking through a rent in the denim, and his ankles where the too-short jeans have ridden up his leg.
He can feel his dick twitching and thickening against his trousers, the tingling sensation mixing with the guilt at watching the private moment, making him nauseated. He has to get out and now, so he drops to his knees, hoping the two boys are too wrapped up in each other to notice. Sirius can just reach under James’ bed to pull out the Invisibility Cloak. He gratefully wraps it around his shoulders, now free to move.
The door opens almost silently - silently enough that Sirius can still hear the slick sounds of the boys kissing, soft huffing of breaths - and Sirius shudders, crossing the threshold. He pulls the door shut behind him, and it takes all his willpower not to look back.
~~~
“Sirius." Sirius looks up, squinting to try and focus his vision. “You’re drunk."
“I am. Firewhisky? Oops." Sirius tries to wipe his hands where he’s spilt alcohol over them.
“You should go to bed." Remus says, coming to stand in front of Sirius.
“Bed? Bed is good." Sirius would quite like to go to bed. With Remus.
“I’m glad you think so."
“You’re laughing at me. You’re not allowed to laugh at me. This is all your fault."
“Oh really? How does that work?"
“I wouldn’t be drunk if it wasn’t for your thighs. And fingers." Sirius catches Remus’ hand and strokes his fingers, wondering what they’d feel like it they were skittering over his skin, they way they do over the rips in Remus’ clothing.
“Right." Remus says quietly, pulling his hand from Sirius’ grasp. Sirius feels himself pout. “Come on, bed. You’ll feel this is in the morning."
Sirius groans. “I already hate tomorrow."
Remus snorts a laugh. He pulls Sirius up, stumbling under his weight.
“Ooof. Come on, get your feet under you." Eventually they’re roughly vertical, and Remus half drags Sirius to the dorm.
“If you’re nice James might give you some of his supply of hangover cure." Remus pulls the bed covers of Sirius’ bed back. “Go on, down you go."
Sirius falls on his back, giggling. Then he remembers he should be quiet.
“Shush!"
“Yes, shush." Remus replies, pulling off Sirius’ shoes. He puts Sirius into bed and covers him up. “There, now sleep."
“‘k."
~~~
“Oh Gods. I’m not sure what happened last night, but I’m sorry." Sirius rolls over and presses his face into the pillow. The light from the window stabs into his mind.
“Do you remember?"
“Nope." Sirius swallows as he feels the mattress dip, signaling Remus has sat down next to him.
“Probably for the best. You were drunk. Kept going on about how it was my fault you were drunk. And thighs."
Sirius feels the blood drain from his face.
“Thighs?"
“Something about my thighs being the reason you were drunk?" Remus asks, fiddling with a loose strand at his cuff.
Oh “Oh." Sirius rolls onto his side so he can look up at Remus. He doesn’t sound or look amused anymore.
“Yeah."
Sirius takes a breath, ready to laugh it off, and then he doesn’t. He just watches Remus’ fingers fiddle with the material at his cuff, until he reaches out and stops Remus’ fingers, covering them with his own. Remus just stares at Sirius, mouth open slightly. Sirius runs his fingers over the frayed material.
“You drive me a little mad, you know? You and your fiddling. Completely up the wall," Sirius admits, smiling slightly, hoping his rambling is making some sense to Remus.
“Mad in a good way? Or mad in a ‘stop or I’ll remove your fingers’ way?"
“Mad in a ‘mad but I like it’ way."
“Oh, that’s alright then. Not sure I’d be able to stop." Remus is smiling now, warmly and is leaning closer, fingers curling around Sirius’.
“Erm." Now the silence has been broken, they talk over each other, trying to make excuses.
“Yeah, sorry, I-"
“Especially with Inglebee." Sirius knows he sounds bitter.
“I keep telling you, it’s not-"
“He’s just a shag?"
“Yeah, I guess. Just a bit of fun," Remus shrugs.
“Mongrel." Sirius says, punching Remus on the thigh lightly.
~~~
Then they start studying Lycanthropy, and Sirius isn’t thinking about Remus in terms of his ragged clothing and the way it makes Sirius’ dick throb and his heart race, instead he’s contemplating the very real possibility that Remus is a Werewolf.
He and James pore over the facts furtively, when Remus is doing his own work, and Pete is off wooing the Hufflepuff keeper. They argue back and forth, trying to fit the facts to different theories.
Sirius eventually snaps, and the next night Remus is collected with the excuse of an ailing relative, he grabs James’ Invisibility Cloak, and follows Remus and McGonagall.
He has to walk almost on their heels to get through all the doors, but he doesn’t get caught. They walk out of the castle and across the field to the Whomping Willow. The violent tree freezes at a mutter of words from McGonagall and they disappear down a hole at the base of the trunk. Sirius tiptoes as fast as he can, hoping the noise of his footsteps are inaudible over the wind, the sound of their own footsteps, anything.
They emerge inside a house. It’s old and dusty but not falling down as far as Sirius can see. He feels slightly uncomfortable - maybe this is Remus’ house and there is a sick relative - but he disregards the thought when McGonagall starts talking to Remus.
“I’ll leave you here. I’ll send Madam Pomfrey in the morning, as usual."
“Thank you." Remus says, looking sicker than Sirius has ever seen him. She leaves and Remus walks into a room and sits on the floor, pulling off his coat and hanging it inside a wardrobe. Sirius pulls off the Cloak.
“Remus, wh-"
Remus jumps and whirls around. He’s sweating, and his eyes are wide, almost wild looking.
“Sirius! You can’t be here! Get out!" Remus says frantically, backing away from Sirius, eyes darting like he’s looking for a way out.
“What’s going on?" Sirius takes a few steps forward.
“Get out!" Remus is shouting now, panting. Sirius gapes at Remus, who looks more angry than Sirius has ever seen him.
He watches as Remus starts to writhe and - and grow. He curls in on himself and Sirius can hear his clothes ripping, tearing along the seams. Sirius can see Remus’ skin through the rents. He’s crying out now and underneath it all Sirius can hear bones creaking and cracking.
He stands, transfixed and horrified as he watches Remus’ back arch, and his face his elongating into a snout, his eyes turn amber, and he claws at the rest of his clothes. Remus is fully wolf now, snarling and growling.
Sirius throws the Cloak back over himself and starts to edge backwards out of the room.
The wolf stops and look around, sniffing the air. He looks at the space where Sirius is and Sirius is suddenly very aware of how bad an idea this is. He turns and flees out of the house - missing the entrance into the tunnel completely and finding the front door. He flings the door shut behind him and shouts a locking spell. He hears the wolf throw himself against the door, howling when he can’t break through.
Sirius finds himself standing outside of an old house, one that he’s heard rumours about - rumours that some particularly nasty poltergeists have moved in to it. Sirius now knows that those noises come from Remus. He wonders who started these rumours - surely Dumbledore had something to do with it.
Sirius shakes himself and starts making his way back to Hogwarts, not entirely sure how he’s going to get back in, but not willing to hang around Hogsmeade either.
Eventually he ends up banging on Hagrid’s door. Hagrid takes one look at Sirius, drags him inside and makes him tea spiked with firewhisky. He doesn’t ask and Sirius doesn’t tell. Sirius curls up on Hagrid’s floor, the Cloak functioning as a decent blanket. He doesn’t sleep.
~~~
They find Remus in the hospital wing the next day. James manages to convince Madam Pomfrey to let them in, and they crowd around the bed with offerings of chocolate frogs.
Remus doesn’t meet their eyes, instead watching his hands as they twist together. Sirius looks at James, trying to silently convey the need for him to speak. James nods back, rolling his eyes.
“You should have told us," James says quietly, having apparently decided to go straight to the point. “We wouldn’t have run away."
“I was forbidden, and I didn’t-" Remus stops and swallows, “it’s happened before."
“It’s not going to happen with us." Sirius declares, James nodding next to him. Remus smiles up at them, albeit a little tiredly.
“Peter doesn’t know yet." James adds. “We didn’t know if you wanted to tell him or not."
“I’ll tell him. I should be out of here this evening, I’ll tell him then." Remus says tiredly.
Madam Pomfrey chooses that moment to come over and demand they leave her patient to rest.
“Sirius, I’ll want words with you later." Remus calls after them, frowning. Sirius waves at him, trying to look innocent.
“Busted!" James singsongs. Sirius winces at the thought of one of Remus’ lectures.
~~~
“You shouldn’t have been there. I could’ve killed you!" Remus is pacing in front of Sirius. Five steps and turn, five steps and turn. Even when he’s angry he’s methodical.
“But you didn’t." Sirius points out.
“That’s not the point, idiot!" Remus runs his hand through his hair. “You have no idea how dangerous I am."
“The wolf. You’re not the wolf, and you’d never hurt me - anyone - on purpose."
“The wolf is a part of me, Sirius. It’s a side of me I can’t escape." Remus stops pacing, looking completely defeated. “Anyway, this is besides the point. The point is it was insanely dangerous - if you had suspicions you should have come to me with them."
“I know, I know it was stupid. I just. Wanted to know?" Sirius winces at how unimpressed Remus looks. “I’m sorry."
“Just. Don’t do it again." Remus flops down in a chair. “You scared the life out of me. If anything had have happened-"
“Nothing did happen. And I won’t do it again."
~~~
Remus has a jumper. He'd had it for years – the sleeves were a bit too short, and it rode up at the back, showing a mouthwatering slice of skin there. Sirius had never understood why he wore it until after they had learnt about Remus’ ‘little furry problem’. He only really wore on the days after a full moon, when he was too bruised and exhausted to move too far.
Every time Sirius sees Remus wearing that jumper, he sneaks off to the kitchens and brings up some hot tea (occasionally spiked with firewhisky). Remus always beams at him, and shifts over on the bed, and Sirius can perch next to him, and poke fun at whatever Remus is reading, or distract him from work. If Sirius sit right, his arm brushes against the bare skin of Remus’ waist, where the jumper has ridden up.
~~~
“Remus! What are you doing?" James asks, coming to a stop in front of the other boy. Sirius steps back to watch, James and Remus very rarely go head to head, but it’s always fun when they do.
“A knut says Remus wins." Pete whispers, grinning.
“You’re on." Sirius whispers back.
“What do you mean, you’re not going to Hogsmeade?"
“Just that. I’m skipping this one." Remus says from behind his book.
“Why?"
“Is that really any of your business?"
“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t think so." James points out, “we always go to Hogsmeade together. What’s so important that you’re missing it? I know you’re not behind on any work...Oh. Do you have a date?"
“Oh, no. No." Sirius firmly quelled the smile wanting to break free at Remus’ denial.
“Then what is it?"
Remus sighs and finally closes his book.
“Look, need to save the money, alright? And no, you’re not going to lend me any, or pay for me or anything."
“You don’t have to spend money, Remus." Pete points out, having apparently decided that having a group outing is more important than winning a bet.
“Yes, but it’s different. Not spending money because you have it but don’t want anything is different from not spending money because you don’t have any to spend. So, no."
There’s a stunned silence followed Remus’ outburst - Sirius knew that Remus had less money than the rest of them, but it never came up. He had never thought about it before, and now Sirius is wondering if he should’ve.
“I didn’t know you felt like that." James says quietly.
“I know, and I didn’t want you to. This is what happens when you don’t mind your own business." Remus smiles just a little, and Sirius relaxes slightly.
“Alright, alright." James relents.
“Just go off and have fun," Remus says, waving them off. “And try to not cause too much trouble."
“No promises on that, Remus." Remus rolls his eyes and picks his book back up.
It’s only after, when the three of them are sitting in the Three Broomsticks, with tankards of butterbeer that it occurs to Sirius none of them asked what Remus needed to save up for.
~~~
“So what are you saving up for? New broomstick? Textbooks?" Sirius steels himself, and says, “present for Inglebee?"
“Oh, no. We’re not, anymore." Remus says. Sirius catches a hint of regret in his voice, and can see his shoulders slump.
“Oh, well. Sorry to hear that." Sirius winces at how awkward he sounds. “Are you alright?"
“Yeah. Just a little fun, after all." Remus shrugs.
“You know I’m here, yeah? We all are - if you need to -" Remus is starting to smile now, mockery and fondness present in equal measures. “- get drunk or whatever."
“Thank you." Remus says, looking a bit happier, Sirius is proud to realise.
Remus shakes himself slightly. “But, anyway. New clothes, that’s what I’m saving for. Sometimes during...that time of the month...well, you were there. Sometimes clothes get ruined."
“Oh. Does it happen every time?"
“Well, normally I strip off, actually." Remus replies, suddenly not looking at Sirius. His ears are bright red. Sirius is momentarily struck by the thought that he almost ran into a naked Remus transforming into a wolf. It takes him a while to come back to the conversation.
“...and so new clothes are needed."
“I’m sorry. For interrupting you. And making you ruining your clothes. I. um."
“It’s fine, really. You didn’t know. It’s nothing big - I tend to wear old clothes on those nights anyway. I should have enough to go and get some clothes next time we’re in Hogsmeade."
“Good. You were missed, mate."
~~~
One day Sirius sees a jumper that’s perfect for Remus – warm and and a deep red colour that would look amazing on Remus. He buys it, and puts it on Remus’ bed. When Remus comes back from the library he frowns.
“What’s this doing on my bed?"
“Well, its yours."
“No, no it isn’t." Remus picks the jumper up, and walks over to Sirius.
“Look, its my fault you ripped your clothes last month, it’s only right I replace them."
“I don’t need your charity, Sirius."
“It’s not charity. I’m replacing something."
“But I ripped it."
“Because I disturbed you - I shouldn’t have been there." Sirius says, hoping to distract Remus into taking the gift.
“I don’t care. I don’t want it."
“But you need it." As soon as the words leave Sirius’ mouth, he knows they’re the wrong ones. Remus’ face darkens. Bollocks.
“I do not need your charity, Sirius!"
“I didn’t mean it like that."
“How did you mean it, then?"
“I-"
“Exactly." Remus throws the jumper to the floor.
“I’m just trying to do something nice for you - why can’t you just accept it?" Sirius shouts back, angry now.
“I don’t need your pity!"
“It’s not pity! Bloody hell, Remus!"
“You wouldn’t have brought this for James or Peter if they had needed new clothes, you would’ve just let them get on with it. But because I need clothes and have to save up instead of just pulling money out of a Gringotts account, I get this." Remus gestures to the pile of fabric on the floor. Sirius picks it up.
“That’s not what this is and you know it."
“Oh, really."
“Yes, really. Look, I just saw this and thought of you. I didn’t think about the money - you know I have more than I’ll need."
“Must be nice, not having to think about money." Remus says, bitterly.
“Gah!" Sirius shouts, throwing up his hands. He hates that Remus is seconding guessing his intentions, hates it that something he bought as a gift, something he wanted to bring Remus joy has led to an argument. He hates how hard it is.
~~~
The silence lasts a week. Eventually Remus comes to dinner wearing the jumper Sirius bought for him. Sirius swallows and nods at Remus. The jumper looks as good on Remus as he imagined - the red is perfect, and the fit is much better than anything Remus normally wears - although Sirius is disappointed that the sleeves fit perfectly, and he can’t see Remus’ wrists. But a warm liquid sensation pooled in his belly at the sight of Remus clothed in something that Sirius had paid for, so he was willing to make the sacrifice.
“Sirius. Can I have a word?" Remus asks. Sirius is aware that James and Peter have fallen silent, watching intently.
“Of course." Sirius replies, and stands up on slightly shaky legs. He follows Remus to a vaguely private area of the Dining Hall. The jumper fits perfectly, clinging nicely to Remus’ shoulders.
“I’m sorry. I’m a bit...touchy, I guess." Remus offers, quietly
“It’s fine. I should’ve asked first. I didn’t think." Sirius says
“It’s a nice jumper. Thank you." Remus smiles shyly, already poking at the wool at his wrist. He tuts and stops. “I should probably leave it new for a bit before I make it all holey."
“No," Sirius protests, “I mean. It’s yours, you can do what you like." Remus looks at him, and starts fiddling with the cuff once more.
~~~
Changing into an animal for the first time is odd to say the least. Sirius can feel his skin squirming over twisting and elongating muscles. He can feel his thoughts becoming simpler, his emotions taking over more of his head. His love for James, his nervousness about the situation and Remus - his lust sharpening and losing the fuzzy edge of guilt and confusion.
It becomes easier, smoother to change. His body doesn’t protest as much, his thoughts re-arrange themselves easily now.
Remus doesn’t take it well, at first. He tries to forbid them from joining him on full moon night, convinced the wolf will attack them.
They go anyway. Pete is small enough to dart between the branches on the tree and see how McGonagall freezes the branches. Slipping down the tunnel after him is easy. Sirius and James change, and wait for Remus to appear.
Soon they can hear the growls and snarls that signal transformation. Sirius whines and tries to go to Remus, but James blocks his way, butting him with his antlers.
Eventually the wolf appears, snarling and gnashing. He swipes at the furniture, taking chunks out of a wooden table. James approaches carefully, keeping low to the floor. The wolf spots him and growls, taking a snap. James rears back and Sirius jumps forward, snapping back.
The wolf turns on Sirius, one paw swiping Sirius around the side of his head. Sirius lands painfully on his side but is soon back up, throwing himself at the wolf. James jumps in, using his antlers to his advantage.
They tussle for a while, fighting for dominance of the ‘pack’. Sirius and James eventually yield - they can’t beat the wolf - but they haven’t rolled over and made it easy either.
The wolf calms as it gets closer to moonset, whining and snuffling around the newcomers. Eventually they start to drop off to sleep.
Sirius wakes up and wishes he hadn’t. He feels like one big bruise, and he groans as he rolls over. He can hear a muffled curse and a scrambling. He turns, wincing, to see Remus buttoning up his jeans. Remus is moving carefully, holding himself stiffly as if he’s afraid to bend too much.
“Shit." Sirius curses, wincing as his head gives an almighty pound.
Remus looks up and makes his way over to Sirius.
“Are you ok? I- bugger." Remus lifts a hand and places a hand on Sirius’ chin, turning his head. He hisses and gently runs a finger down the side of Sirius’ face. The pain is sharp and jagged, making Sirius jump, then wince when the movement causes his head to ache even more.
“Sorry. Bugger." Remus says again, face tightening with guilt.
“It’s fine." Sirius grabs Remus’ wrist. “I probably gave you just as worse. James too." Remus’ eyes widen and he turns to find James.
James is still asleep, but Remus shakes him awake. James swats at him, mumbling. Remus apologises but doesn’t stop.
“What? Ow." James rolls over onto what must be a sore spot. He blinks in confusion a few times.
“Are you alright, James?" Remus is pretty frantic at this point, and the noise wakes up Peter, who was clever enough to stay well out the way and is fine. He yawns and sits up.
“What’s going on?" Peter croaks to the room in general.
“Remus is convinced he’s half-murdered us all." Sirius replies.
“Oh, right."
“It’s not funny!" Remus explodes. “Pete, are you alright?"
“Didn’t even touch me, mate."
Remus lowers himself to the floor and presses his hands to his forehead.
“Remus," James says quietly, “we’re fine. A bit battered but that’s nothing new for us. We don’t even need to go to the hospital wing."
“We did it, mate." Sirius says, unable to hide the grin spreading across his face. “We actually did it!"
James grins back over Remus’ head. Remus would come around, eventually.
~~~
And he did. Soon they were roaming the outskirts of the village and the surrounding forests. The wolf eventually got used to them - they never knew if the wolf knew who they were - but there were less fights, less cuts and bruises.
Every so often Remus would go quiet and his face would tighten and Sirius would know Remus was feeling guilty. But then they’d find out more about the grounds, find another secret passage, or pull another prank and Remus would join in with the laughter.
Part 2
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