fox_confessor | Fic: These Four Kings (Year Seven 8/?)

Title: These Four Kings (Year Seven 8/?)
Author: Dani (

escribo)
Word count: ~5600
Rating: Very Hard R (for mild drug use and sexual situations, likely NSFW)
Pairings: Lily/James (in the future will be Remus/Sirius)
Timeline: November 24-27 1977 
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. I've not made nor seek any profit.

Year 1: one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven
Year 2: one/ two/ three/ four
Year 3: one/ two/three/four
Year 4 (coming in the future when work quits eating my brains! Sorry for the out-of-order-ness)
Year 5 one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven/ eight
Year 6 one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven/ eight/ nine
Summer one/ two
Year 7 one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven

Remus felt muzzy headed, as his mum would say, when he woke up; he always did after taking a sleeping draught. It was one of the reasons he hated them so much. He remembered swallowing it down and not much else, which he considered a true loss considering how he woke up--warm for a change and curled into Sirius' side. This was his one benefit of full moons, he thought, at least the only one he could usually remember, and he deemed it unfair to have no memory of it at all. Still, there were classes to get through, and he knew if he didn't get up now, it would be all too easy for Sirius to talk him into staying in bed all day. He wanted nothing more but he couldn't risk falling behind. Sighing, Remus untangled himself from Sirius' arms, purposefully not looking at Sirius' long legs or his smooth chest, and stumbled to the showers. He was gone before either James or Sirius were fully dressed, not giving either of them a chance to suggest he should stay behind.

The day went about as well as he expected it would despite a headache pounding at his temples and his stomach queasy from the breakfast he hadn't eaten. He'd managed to avoid his friends, just wanting to get through the day, but couldn't avoid Lily. To be honest, he hadn't tried very hard. Now they were up in the boys' dormitory and Remus was lying on his bed, trying to rest though unable to sleep, as Lily sat on James' bed, flipping through one of his Quidditch magazines. She hadn't said anything in an hour, and that was one of the many things he liked best about Lily, she never felt the need to chatter to fill a void. He turned on his side and looked at her, and she looked up just then to smile at him.

"Feeling better?" She asked, her voice warm with compassion, though not pity--something else he appreciated about her.

"Not really."

"Of course not. I'm sorry, Remus."

"Don't say sorry. It's not your fault."

"No, but I'm sorry just the same. I hate that you have to go through this."

"Me, too." Remus sat up, sat on the edge of the mattress, and rubbed his shaking hands over his face. It was the waiting that was nearly unbearable; it gave him too much time to think, to remember how it was and how it'll be. He stood and paced the length of the room, wondering vaguely if Sirius would skip Quidditch practice to come to him. He rather hoped so, and that thought made his hands shake harder. "Would you mind if I smoked?"

"I don't care," she said, though Remus knew she did.

"I don't usually," he said as if to clarify, though she already knew it was a lie. He smoked way more than he should, riffling through Sirius' pockets during the breaks. It wasn't a habit if he didn't buy his own, he reasoned, which was good because he couldn't afford it.

He searched through the drawers of Sirius' bedside table but found only an empty packet and a cheap plastic lighter. There were none in Sirius' chest either, though Remus did change into one of Sirius' thick jumpers, quickly stripping off his own cheap, thin school sweater. He pulled the cuffs over his hands and the collar over his nose so that he could breath in deeply Sirius' warm, comforting scent. When he opened his eyes again, Lily was watching him closely though she said nothing.

Embarrassed, Remus paced the room again before standing in the middle with his hands on his hips. He still wanted a cigarette and didn't want to wait until Sirius came back to have one. He knew that James likely had a pack hidden away but knew, too, that James didn't want Lily to know he smoked at all, though James had rules--only when plotting and never alone, never more than one. Mostly he liked to tuck a cigarette behind his ear or pick apart the filter before it burned more than half down. Remus decided that it would be his deed for the day to keep that secret from Lily, and turned away from James' trunk to look at Peter's instead.

Peter, Remus knew, didn't smoke at all, at least not cigarettes, but he did have a joint tucked away in a rolled up sock. Peter wouldn't be much pleased if Remus took it, he knew; but with the ache pulsing through his body as the tide of the moon swung ever closer, it was easy to decide that Peter owed him for last night.

"Hey Lil?"

"Yeah?

"Are you here as Head Girl or as my friend?"

"I'm here as an agent of The Marauders," she said as she tossed down her magazine and laid across the foot of James' bed to smile at Remus.

"James or Sirius?"

"Both."

Remus smiled fondly and knelt in front of Peter's trunks, pushing the lid open and rummaging around. "Mischief is in order, then. They can't resist when they're together," he said, holding up the tightly wrapped joint.

"Is that what I think it is?"

Remus stood and went back to Sirius' bedside table to dig out the ridiculous Muggle lighter that Sirius was so fond of. Sirius didn't think magic enhanced weed, being a purist, he said, though he'd only had it less than a handful of times. He just liked Muggle things.

"Remus," Lily began, and Remus thought she sounded very young for a moment--the Lily of old who was more prone to scolding. "I don't think--"

Remus raised his eyebrow. "That's kind of the point when you're acting on behalf of James and Sirius, Lily. They would very much think this was a good idea if they'd known about it. In fact, they'd think it their duty to keep me company so I didn't smoke the whole thing myself."

"Where did Peter get it?"

"Peter's our emissary to the Hufflepuffs, some of whom have quite the side business going."

"And who are you a delegate to?" Lily asked as she joined Remus where he sat on the window seat fumbling with the lighter.

"The sane. James handles the gullible, and Sirius--" The lighter finally sparked to life, and Lily watched as Remus inhaled deeply, holding the spliff between his thumb and stained index finger. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back against the window, and held the smoke in for as long as he could. He felt Lily take the joint from him, heard her as she took a deep breath, apparently agreeing that James and Sirius would probably approve.

"Who does Sirius handle?" She asked after a few minutes of silently passing the joint back and forth with Remus.

"Hmm?"

"You said you handle the sane, and James the gullible. Who does Sirius handle?"

"Me," he whispered, his eyes still closed.

***

The meeting with Professor McGonagall had taken longer than Sirius supposed it would, eating away most of the afternoon as she decided his detention could be served then and there, never mind he had Quidditch practice. He was in a foul mood by the time he took the stairs to the dorm two at a time with James right behind him nattering on about plays and plans for the next game. There was music coming from their room--Muggle music, loud enough that the Head Girl would fuss, he knew, if she was there to hear it. He'd kill Peter if it was his doing, knowing it would disturb Remus from getting any rest, and his fingers twitched on his wand as he pushed the door open. He stopped short--surprised--when he saw it was Lily who was playing the music on Remus' charmed record player, a messy stack of LPs at her feet.

She turned when the door creaked open, smiling brilliantly at them both as she moved forward to grab James' hands and pull him into her dance. "I love this song," she crooned. "Dance with me."

James looked at Sirius, obviously as confused as Sirius felt, but he let himself be led forward. "What's going on here, Evans?"

"Remus wanted to listen to music."

"Did he?"

Lily hummed and wrapped her arms around his neck, moving in a slow sway against him. "I stole my sister's Joni album this summer, the one you said was crap."

"I didn't say--"

"You thought it," Lily said as she tapped her finger on his nose, laughing again. She wrapped her arms around him tight again, and spun them both. "Remus likes it, but he won't dance with me."

"Moony doesn't dance," Sirius said absently. He'd finally spotted Remus where he lay curled up in the window seat, and crossed the room to kneel on the floor in front of him. He tipped Remus' chin so that he could see Remus' eyes, see that his pupils were dilated. It was then that he spotted the remains of the joint in a saucer on the floor, along with the dregs of a cup of cold tea. He held it up so that James could see.

"Explains that," James said, but he didn't let go of Lily, only held her closer as they danced.

"She's pretty, isn't she?" Remus asked Sirius.

Sirius grinned at him, and pushed Remus' fringe from his bright eyes. "Have you been looking? James'll hex your bollocks off."

"He's nothing to worry about, or rather, I've not. She's not my type."

"So I've heard." Sirius pushed the saucer away and balanced himself to sit on the window seat next to Remus. They watched James and Lily dance for at bit. James was a truly awful dancer unless he was drunk but was still gamely leading Lily in something that resembled a waltz of sorts. Sirius was surprised when Remus sat up and wrapped his arms around Sirius from behind, to lean heavy and warm on Sirius' back.

"What's your type, then?" He asked, not expecting an answer. He didn't expect Remus to remember he'd been asked a question. He was surprised when the answer came as almost nothing more than a puff of air against the back of his neck.

"Boys."

"I'd guess that much already."

"Tall boys," Remus slurred, his lips against the shell of Sirius' ear. "Boys with really nice hands."

"Pretty low standards, Moony. McKinnon fits the bill?"

Remus didn't answer. He only just rested his chin on Sirius' shoulder and sang along a bit off key with the record as if Sirius hadn't said anything. Sirius covered Remus' hands with his own, and listened, shivering a bit when Remus breathed out a laugh as James awkwardly dipped Lily. Sirius thought that perhaps he'd earned this bit of torture, and knew it unlikely that Remus would remember any of it in the morning after the full. He could have sat there until it was time to leave--and would have, if Peter hadn't barged into the room, letting the door bounce loudly off the wall.

"What's going on?" Peter asked, looking from James and Lily to Remus and Sirius, and back again. "You've nearly missed dinner."

"Peter!" Remus cried out brightly, standing and taking a stumbling step forward. Sirius stood quickly to catch Remus around his waist to steady him, and Remus leaned back against him easily. "Look everyone. It's the Founder of the Feast. Let's raise our glasses. Where's my glass, Pads?"

"Emptied."

"Shame."

Peter narrowed his eyes at Remus before he looked at his trunk. "Were you into my things?"

"Briefly." Remus tried to take a step forward, his hand lifted as if to make a point, but he was still tangled with Sirius. "Are you attempting to dance with me, Mr. Black?" Remus turned in Sirius' arms, wrapping himself around Sirius and taking his hand. "I get to lead. Alpha male and all that."

"Lead? You can hardly stand."

Peter came over to them, unwilling to let go his line of inquiry. "You were saying Remus."

"Was I?"

"My trunk?"

"Oh yes." Remus attempted to pull away from Sirius again but Sirius hung on tightly, swaying slightly as he tried to interest Remus in the dance again, which mostly worked. Remus took Sirius' hand once more and rested his head on Sirius' shoulder, closing his eyes and humming along with the music, Peter all but forgotten.

"Remus," Peter whinged again but he didn't get the same rise out of Remus as he had before.

"I did notice that your Zonko's Guaranteed to Wake the Dead alarm was missing, Pete," Remus said after a while but never lifted his head. "The one you'd modified? I feared that perhaps you'd been robbed and made sure your other valuables were secured."

"That was nice of you, Moony."

"I thought so, Pads."

"You should thank him, Pete." Sirius said, turning Remus so that Sirius could glare at Peter. Remus stumbled and laughed as they turned, and slid his hands beneath the hem of Sirius' shirt. His fingers were cold as they played along Sirius' spine, and Sirius' stomach flopped pleasantly at the touch.

Peter sighed and slammed shut his trunk to sit on the lid. "I was saving that," he muttered but was left to stew on his own.

The two couples danced quietly for a bit longer, Sirius mostly just swaying Remus from side-to-side as Remus leaned heavily against him. After a while, the music stopped and the needle scratched repetitively at the end of the record. Lily tugged on James shirt and tapped his watch when he looked up. She nodded her head toward Remus and Sirius and James nodded back. It was time to go, nearly past time. Lily bent down to collect her records and slipped from the room as James put his arms around both Sirius and Remus' shoulders, hugging them both.

Remus sighed heavily, and Sirius could fell when he sagged a bit, and held him tighter. "I don't want to go."

"I know you don't," James said. "We'll be there with you."

"You'll be there," Remus whispered against Sirius' neck.

Sirius nodded, pressing his lips against Remus' forehead. "Always."

***

***

The transformations were better with his pack but still painful. Coming back into himself, Remus twisted and turned on the floor, the pain nearly unbearable as his body reshaped itself from wolf to boy. As he lay in the dust, his mind still in the midst of the transformation, Padfoot stood over him, licking his neck in an effort to soothe the wolf and boy both until it was safe. When he was sure, Sirius transformed, kneeling on his hands and knees over Remus, still nuzzling Remus' neck.

"Are you all right?" He whispers, not moving until Remus nodded.

"My knee. I think I've wrenched it again."

"Up onto the bed. It's too cold down here."

"No." Remus curled his hands over Sirius' shoulders and held him close. It was cold, the windows covered in frost, but Sirius was very warm, and Remus was suddenly painfully aware of being naked. "I'll need to go to the infirmary, and I can't get up to the bed on my own. Poppy will know someone helped me. Just get me a blanket."

"It really disturbs me when you call her by her first name," Sirius huffed out but made no move to get up. "I'll stay until she comes."

"No. You've all enough time to get back to the castle."

"Prongs and Wormtail are gone aleady. I'll hide. It'll be all right."

"Sirius."

"Shut it, Moony. I'm staying."

Remus stopped arguing, knowing it was pointless when Sirius had already made up his mind. He touched the mangled tin knight that hung from a cord around Sirius' neck, glad that Sirius would stay. When he looked back up, he found that Sirius was still watching him intently. "What?"

"I hate seeing you in pain."

"It's not so bad this morning, really. I'm tired more than anything."

"You ought to be. You led us on a merry chase. Nearly lost Wormtail toward the end."

"I didn't--"

"No. He fell off Prongs' antlers and got buried in a snow drift."

"I'll bet he wasn't much happy. He didn't want to come in the first place."

"Fucking pansy. I love running with Moony."

"Don't say that."

Sirius rolled onto his side so that he was half laying on top of Remus, and propped his head on his hand. His eyes were bright and shining, despite not having slept all night, and Remus thought he looked beautiful, certainly the best thing in the dim and decrepit house that served as his cage.

"We went up along the ridge," he said, whispering as if telling a secret, "and howled at the moon for ages. It was amazing."

"I can't remember," Remus said sadly. He wanted to, desperately so, wanted to share in these adventures--to have that bit of Padfoot as well. He hated that the wolf had any part of him. Sirius stroked his hand through Remus' hair before he cupped his cheek, and Remus leaned into the touch. "I wish I could."

"I wish you could, too." Sirius brushed his lips over Remus' forehead, and then, as he started to pull away again, Remus curled his hand over Sirius' neck and pulled him back down. Sirius paused, just for a moment, before he kissed Remus gently, and then, as Remus kissed him back, more hungrily. They barely broke for breath as they touched one another, Remus' fingers dancing over Sirius' skin, tracing along sinew and muscle. Sirius kissed Remus' eyelids and his nose, his throat before his lips again, and Remus rose up to meet him, feeling himself harden as Sirius' thigh pressed between his legs.

The wind rattled against the house, shaking its window and sending a gust down the long disused fireplace. Remus shivered, and Sirius pulled him closer with a hand on his bare hip as they continued to kiss until he barely felt the cold at all. When Sirius slid his palm over Remus' cock, Remus inhaled deeply, arching into the touch as much as he could, and Sirius, needing no other encouragement, did it again. It was strange and wonderful, the tug and pull on sensitive skin, familiar yet not, and Remus couldn't stop thinking about how it was Sirius' hand. The house groaned and settled around them, the sound drowning out Remus' moans as his world condensed down to just Sirius and this moment.

It was over too quickly, though Remus thought that it could possibly never last long enough to satiate his need for Sirius. Sirius was still kissing him gently, and staring down at him with something akin to reverence, and it made Remus blush and bury his head into Sirius' neck. He tried to think of something to say--anything would have done--but then he could hear the trap door rattling in the floor below them.

"Poppy," he whispered, clinging to Sirius for a moment before he shoved at his shoulder. "She can't find you here."

Sirius nodded, looking dazed for a moment, as if Remus was speaking Latin, before he grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed and pulled it over Remus' body. Remus grabbed a handful of the rough wool to clean himself with, watching as Sirius stood to hide in a corner beneath the cloak. A moment later, Madame Pomfrey's bustled into the room and knelt at his side, pressing her cold hand against his warm cheeks.

"I don't like your color, Remus. You're flushed."

"I'm all right, really. I just--my robes, please. I couldn't reach them."

"Your breathing is too rapid, too," she said, ignoring him to feel his forehead for fever. "I hope you're not taking ill."

"I'm all right, really."

Poppy tutted, and helped him up, helped him into his robes before she walked him back through the tunnel and back to the castle. In the infirmary, she continued to fuss like a mother hen, settling him into bed and pouring potions down his throat. "Get some rest now," she said as she tucked the blankets around his shoulder. "It won't hurt you to spend the day here. It'll be quiet, at least until the game is over."

"Hufflepuff is playing Ravenclaw. I'd forgotten."

"Never you mind about Quidditch. It's peace and quiet for you, until I'm sure you haven't caught your death out there in the shack in this weather."

It was hours later when Remus woke again, and the sun was sinking below the horizon. He took a long time watching through half closed eyes as the last of the rays disappeared. His stomach growled, and he hoped Madame Pomfrey would be back around soon. He could hear her at the end of the room, the tinkling of glass on a tray and her soothing voice calming someone else's worries. He sighed, and settled back down into his pillows and blankets, drifting off again so that when the kiss came very gently on his forehead, so soft it could have been a gust of air, he almost missed it. He knew then that Sirius had likely been there all day hidden beneath James' cloak, watching him sleep.

"She's going to make me stay the night," he whispered, not opening his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"Are you?"

"I really am sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen."

"Stop apologizing to me. I don't want you to be sorry."

"What do you want?"

"I know exactly what I want, Sirius. I'm just waiting for you to figure it out." Remus opened his eyes to nothing, the space next to his bed still quite empty, and he wondered if maybe he'd dreamt it.

In the morning, it wasn't Sirius at his side, but James. Remus picked at his breakfast tray, trying to make at least half of it disappear without his wand before Madame Pomfrey came back.

"Are you feeling all right?" James asked. He'd come early enough with a change of clothes that Remus had tried to slip out right then but Madame Pomfrey had caught them. She'd changed his bandages and tipped more potions down his throat before setting a tray full of food in front of him with a lecture on calorie expenditure and keeping up his strength.

"Tired," he answered as he speared another forkful of potatoes. "Poppy tried something new for my knee."

"Did it help?"

"A little. Hurt. Sirius wasn't there."

"I haven't seen him since last night."

"But you could find him."

"If you want me to." Remus shrugged as if it didn't matter. "Did something happen between you?"

"No," Remus said, but he flushed as he tried not to remember Sirius' hands on him.

"You're a terrible liar, Lupin."

"That's usually a good thing."

"Are you going to ask me who won the game yesterday?"

"I forgot about it."

"McKinnon asked where you were."

Remus turned his face away from James and looked out the window. The sun was shining and the sky was a brilliant blue. He knew it would be bitterly cold but he couldn't help but wonder if he might slip down to see Hagrid later in the day.

"I told him you'd be back tomorrow." Remus nodded absently that he'd heard and James patted his leg. "He's a good bloke. Probably if you told him the truth--"

Remus looked at James, shocked that James would even suggest it. "I can't do that. I mean, I like him but he's not--"

"Not about your furry little problem. I meant about Sirius."

"What? Sirius and I are just--"

"Don't Moony. I already told you that you're a terrible liar."

Remus shook his head and looked away again but said nothing.

"I'm sorry, Remus."

"It doesn't matter, James. I'm not like you, or anyone else. I can't be in love with someone, especially not him. It's impossible."

"I don't see where love is a matter of can or can't. You are, so why do you think you shouldn't be?"

"It's too dangerous, and besides it wouldn't be fair. Sirius needs someone who can take care of him. Someone who isn't a burden."

"He doesn't see you as a burden."

"Someone who isn't a--" Remus broke off and rubbed his hands over his face, taking in big gulps of air as he attempted to compose himself.

James watched him, fascinated, as Remus attempted to shut down and James knew that in a few minutes, it would be like this never happened. "You know, it's amazing to me how alike the two of you are."

"How do you mean?"

James shook his head and stood up, the chair scraping along the floor a bit. "I'll find him."

"Don't."

"And we'll come back later to help you up to the tower."

"It's okay, James, I'm fine."

"You're anything but. Finish your breakfast. I'll find him."

Much later, Remus sat at a table in the common room with Peter, James, Sirius, and Lily as they studied after dinner. They hadn't spoken about what had happened, neither had said a word. There was too much to do now, Remus thought, he had an essay to finish and a quiz to revise for. Besides, Sirius was brooding, and there was no use talking to him when he got like that. It was enough that he was there and not hiding, though Remus knew that had more to do with whatever threats James had leveled at him than anything else. He wondered about it long enough to cause a large splotch of ink to form on the bottom of his parchment, and cursed beneath his breath as he reached for his wand. One of the third years interrupted him before he could complete the spell to say that Matt was waiting for him outside the portrait. Sirius stiffened at his side but still said nothing as Remus got up to talk with him.

"You missed the game." Matt leaned against the wall opposite the portrait, slouched down with his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah. Sorry about that."

"I noticed Black wasn't there either."

Remus shrugged. He certainly didn't know where Sirius had been, though Remus knew all his better hiding places. He was certain Matt didn't actually care about them.

"Is your knee bothering you again? Is that why you weren't there?"

"It is a bit but that's not why I wasn't there."

Matt huffed and pushed his hand through his curls. "I thought we had something good here, Remus."

"I'm not good for any one, Matt."

"Does that include Sirius Black?"

Remus stared at Matt for a long minute and then gave him a flat lipped smile before he turned to go back to the common room. Matt stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Wait! I'm sorry. Please talk to me."

"I'm the one who's sorry."

"C'mon. I love you. We can make this work."

"You can't possibly love me. You don't even know me."

"Remus--"

"I'm sorry. That was an awful thing to say. You really are better off without me." Remus found it was easier than he supposed to just walk away. He supposed he should feel guilty about it but didn't. His skin prickled as he came through the portrait and saw that Sirius was staring at him. It came to him now that he should have told Matt that he thought they should stay friends, that he wasn't so far off the truth--that it was impossible but not for any reason Remus was ready to admit to. It was too late for that, he supposed. He collected his books without saying a word to anyone and trudged up the stairs to his room to hide behind his bed curtains.

Sirius watched Remus as he disappeared up the stairs, and then left the tower at nearly a run, ignoring James as he called out to him. Matt wasn't too far away yet and turned around at the sound of Sirius' footsteps, hope falling from his face as he realized who it was.

"Did he send you?"

"No," Sirius said.

"Oh. I thought--"

"Did you two break up?"

"You don't know?" Matt lifted his eyebrow and took a step toward Sirius, incredulous.

"You can't just give up. You have to try harder."

"I think this might have worked better if he'd come himself."

"It doesn't work like that with Remus. He just takes what he's given in life so sometimes the people who love him have to fight on his behalf."

"And you love him."

Sirius pushed his hand through his hair and backed up a step, the truth of it too much coming from someone so wholly unconnected with him. "I'm his best friend, McKinnon, since first year. I fight for him."

"Then you think that his being with me is for the best."

"I know that he likes you" Sirius hedged, "and I know that you treat him well. So."

"I'll talk to him again."

Sirius nodded. "When you do, it's probably best not to mention that I talked to you first, yeah?"

Sirius thought about that conversation for a long time before he headed back to Gryffindor Tower. He loved Remus, there was no question, and he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the shack. He hadn't meant for it to go that far, just as he hadn't meant to tell McKinnon to work it out with Remus. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't even notice he wasn't alone in the common room (that he'd even managed to find his way back there) until Lily spoke.

"How do you do it, Black?"

"What?"

"Watch him be with other people."

"I want him to be happy," Sirius answered more truthfully with her than he would have with anyone else.

"He seems happy when he's with you."

"He's happy with Matt. I thought you'd like that. You hate me and he was your set up."

Lily came closer, her smile rather sad as she rested her hand on his arm. "I don't hate you, Sirius."

"You used to."

"Maybe when you were more interested in hexing me than talking. Maybe you've grown on me."

"When did that happen?"

"I don't know."

"It's not easy, Lily," Sirius said. "Nothing about this is easy, right? It's just that I'm going to do whatever I have to to make sure Remus is happy and safe."

"Even if that means sacrificing your own happiness?"

"I can't make him love me."

"James did with me."

"James has infinite patience."

"You do with Remus." Lily stretched up on her toes to kiss Sirius' cheek and then patted his shoulder before she started up the stairs toward the girls' dormitories. "Besides," she said, her voice floating down to him. "You don't have to make him love you. He already does." She stopped, and leaned over the banister, her long hair falling over her shoulder. "But you knew that already, didn't you?"

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Holy crap! Haven't read it yet. I'm just so excited. Big kisses to you for writing this. I'll check back in when done reading but I might have to backtrack a bit to get the full flavor.

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Well, fuck me.

"Me," he whispered, his eyes still closed.

That hit me in the gut. And Lily. And the whole atmosphere of cold and bleak. And finding warmth within that. This story is so wonderfully crafted. It warms my heart and breaks it at the same time.

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