Sunrise, which is not bad.
the fourth day, his throat was so dry that appears in the flesh and the feeling of having a bleeding wound in the stomach, Remus opens his eyes. You have trouble recognizing the place. Nursing beds lined with the smell of clean sheets and healing herbs. It's a familiar scenario but it is the first time you wake from a slumber so deep that you feel you have been dead, out of your body. Can not remember exactly what brought him there but lie
open your eyes. feels that it accelerates the corto the table, his head resting on your mattress, there it is. Sirius.
With all that hair tufts scattered in unequal, black like a flock of crows on white sheets. Remus looks on and time is stretched so that you can lick it. You may not get the Sirius Black wanted everything but gets more than he could ever dream. Do not know what stings more, if the shot or the memory of her tongue into the meat.
- Hey, pulgoso, wake up.
Sirius has licked where there has been no one, exceptaffection in every word says it all and can not speak, taught in the dark circles, wrinkles in clothing, the expression of fatigue. - Was not that just might kill a silver bullet?
- Well, I'm not dead, right?
- No. - This time Sirius is not kidding. - Do not you have died.
CHTMLre we can fix it. - She puts her hands to belt, threatens to unzip but backs out at the last moment "Even in your state, do not know if you are prepared for such strong emotions.
When Sirius makes you laugh, the stupid late wound, stings and barks. Damn. The infirmary is filled with light and appearance, should be first thing in the morning. Although he knows the answer insists on finding out why it is not in class, if his calculations should be Friday morning. Sirius, proud of himself, he proclaimed that he managed to create a spectrum identical to it being able to stay sentadito and quiet in the classroom as he walks where you want. It's just a magical illusion butbelieves that the double enough to fool the teachers.
- If you are still and silent, how they think it's you, Padfoot?
- Jokes bad again. Already a cure.
- Have you been to school since I'm here?
- I went yesterday to Arithmancy. Malfoy I met, talked, told me an ardent love for me, we promised, and swore to love and respect for Merlin but you know how I am. It's stuck with Snape and I'm looking for a new direction to my life.
- You can become a comedian. I'm dying of laughter.
- not laugh, you die because you got shot.
- That explains why it hurts so much.
Fuck. He senses that the bullet is still there. The pain grabs him by the balls and twists it inside. Relieved when Sirius puts his hand-that hand magic and hot-tempered in the stomach and all your pain. God. If that hand would always be there.
- should go to class, Sirius, or I acstuff?
I answered without looking but holding his smile.
- Because I'm fucking your mother, Potter.
James is on the bed, with that smile of welcome to Remus makes him feel safe and at home.
- Can you see me about? Need I also just giving me a shot in the stomach to receive a little love?
Remus thanks for being alive to the gods that do not believe. A Moon for having permitteddo remain under its influence. The magic of Dumbledore. The spirits of the forest.
- You know I love you, asshole.
may be what he admires most of Sirius. That is swollen like a turkey and can not form a sentence without saying three tacos but at the same time, and even adding the usual asshole is capable of saying -
know that I love, without a trace of modesty, appearing before them as it is, giving them a moment of intimacy that would be worth more than the moon, if love is measured in liquid silver.
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jazz sounds. It's Sunday and Remus wears Muggle gramophone vinyl, bay bay, minute by minute. Has an extensive collection of records and could be listening to Abbey Road but is much more fun to Charlie Parker and attend the concert of complaints against Sirius absurd that music always sounds the same, back and forth and again the same. How the hell you distinguish one song from another lunatic?
- With ears to hear that you will need to sing, Canuto.
And more teasing. Aboutsubnormal envious of shit, I tell you that you are ugly when you rise in the morning?
- Actually, yes.
- Shut up, Remus. They do not defend.
Visiting hours is just that: an hour visit, but the nurse was not enough to get them out once it has concluded and given that the Remus is consistent improvement, no fever and has already sent danger, let them stay a little longer soon becomes all morning. Near lunchtime, Peter's stomach emits a horrible scandal and Sirius is still laughingSirius, with no apparent intention of moving.
- To eat? - Peter seems hopeful.
- No need to go one-concluded Remus. - Although the hungry can do when they want, Peter.
Lily meditates on the threshold. Leave or stay. The room is full of guys that look. The atmosphere is intensely masculine and feels like an outsider, but there is something, an invitation in the eyes of Remus and more intense, a plea -
please stay- in James Potter does not feel able to ignore. Take a decisión closes the door. Sirius lets the chair is closer but Lily sits on the edge of the bed, air and light. Remus stares, as if you look closely to make sure there is nothing that doctors have not seen. There appears to be complacent and are encouraged to embrace him gently, so as not to hurt. When separated, just listening to Charlie Parker.
- I'm all right, Lily. No big deal.
- Sure? - Her voice trembles.
- They say that in a week I can go to class again.
Sirius
stop mumbling now and he says happy as if he could not believe.
is worrisome, says James, in the same tone. Lily is allowed to smile and pulls out a tablet Honeydukes, hidden inside his robe.
- Chocolate, in exchange for you to tell me what the hell happened to you.
More than anyone else at Hogwarts, Remus is used to keeping secrets, so he knows that there comes a time to keep hidden is an intolerable cruelty. There comes a time when silence is a lie and there is no excuse.
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- Say that again - Lily does not give credit. - would you guys like repeats.
Lily's eyes a man could strike down current. A Sirius barely passes.
- I already know, Black. - All care is to Remus Lily. - Repeat the wolf again.
That morning, it sounds like Charlie Parker, "the bird" while Remus Lupin, a wolf, and Lily tells her story feels cPeter
pats on the back but not consolation. The image of Lily's lips gently kissing Remus's mouth is bothering him and refuses to leave him alone. A Sirius spends three quarters of the same but it's not jealousy, obviously. Obviously . is because, dammit, I said guys liked it before him. Before him! And a girl! It's like shit in the spirit of the marauders, right? Pff, to see what else has told you he does not know.
There are doors that open without a key.
A prank sometimes requires cantidades amazing imagination. We need, of course, a certain talent for hooliganism. For that, of course, you can always count on Sirius and James, that when it comes to bear, look like twins separated at birth. Sometimes it takes a great infrastructure, like the time Peter got to fly one hundred twenty muggles umbrella to cover the roof of the Great Hall and everyone thought it was night and return to bed. When it comes to life at Hogwarts turn into a giant prank, every thug has its specialty.
Peter is relentless. Remus is the imagination in its boiling. James has the smell of thug born and smells a bOOD joke miles away. And Sirius is invaluable when it comes to getting certain things. Some things a girl's name.
- Lumos!
Remus takes the map in their hands. James and Peter watch their backs, in the common room silent night. A few yards away, in a lane to be crossed to reach the Gryffindor units, across the table with the fat lady, a couple of figures that concentrate all their attention. Sirius Black and Hannah Blair. Student seventh. First in his class, set of Quidditch, and Hufflepuff prefect. A model of perfection with a historial spotless and a known dislike for breaking school rules. Remus remembers well that Sirius was the couple in the Christmas dance room. Also remember that Sirius ended the night with one of his best friends and a colossal historic slap in public. Since then, nobody in the school has seen that Hannah will lead the word and Sirius says that sometimes the slap still hurts.
- is impossible, "says Peter. - She hates him.
- Ssshhh-ordered Remus, attentive to changes in the map.
The figure of Sirius chases pawho is next. James mutters
not fuck with me right in the ear of Remus.
- What the hell you have said? - Peter asks.
better not to know. Remus still remembers the past year. Tucked beneath the invisibility cloak in the room to study without anyone bothering him, lying in bed quietly, when Sirius appeared and that redhead whose name is best forgotten. Had to listen to ten minutes and salivation sobeteo before getting out with the layer without anyone noticing his presence. What he saw was not recorded in your mind as hard as what he heard. Protests pocCommon Room
- knows perfectly well, Mr. Black, you are not allowed to roam around at this time.
Sirius says nothing. But nods and gives pretty good pretend it's a good boy. Take the coat buttoned, luckily for him, but Sirius under late notice something like his own body.
- I hope your silence, young, indicating that I do not think you understand and repeat.
Again, Sirius and rarely sit in it, truth be told, the silence. When McConagall leaves the room, Sirius finds that it is far and opens his mouth. Or rather, slightly opened lips and dropped a small gold key that shines with his own saliva.
- What do you say?
- Sirius, really, "James seems so admired as Peter, I kneel before you.
Clearing the key against his pants. Happy as a cat just ate.
- Well, you're on your knees, Prongs, eat me cock.
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sas. When they return to bed, Remus still can not sleep because it is sometimes difficult to sleep when you have in mind the image of Sirius on the map, entangled with a girl and Sirius in the room, promising oral sex to another and Sirius in the bathroom boys, shamelessly masturbating to ten feet away.
is sometimes difficult.
Punished.
- So, Potter, remind me again why we are punished.
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mumbling, not looking at Sirius. We must polishone of the huge silver trays on Halloween used to serve meat stew. I have to do-that is the punishment-without using magic and no right to protest. A whole week wearing silver.
- Because I'm an idiot.
- Fair. Because you're an idiot and why else?
- And a moron.
- Okay, Potter. I see what you understand. Although not say if you say, you know? And I do not like. Repeat with more enthusiasm.
Peter, delirious with fever in bed, is the only one of four that has been waged. The rest have to rub and polish and polish and shine to all the silver of Hogwarts under Mr. Filch glared. And all because they come from Hogsmeade without authorization and under the Invisibility Cloak James had the idea to make a small class Paradita Defense Against the Dark Arts and write me out, EVANS indelible ink Zonko magic on the blackboard the teacher.
- It was not my fault that we cogieran, Canuto.
- Excuse me? It was you who looked at the map and said no one was coming. NO, you said.
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- I was distracted for a moment. I wanted the letters were good.
- For a moment was enough to see us Quejicus and goats. So it's your fault. Now say what an idiot and imbecile with conviction.
- You know what, Canuto? You are more pleasant when you go on all fours. You should consider making the change permanently.
- That has not sounded repentance, Bambi.
James leaves a second rub.
- Remus, tell him to stop. I've bled enough.
- No way, he entertains too see you discuss.
London calling.
Before returning to school, eat at a Steak House on Oxford Street and Remus admits that has only been in London visiting the hospital or shopping in Diagon Alley to buy school books but never in Covent Garden, on Sunday morning and not once in Camden Town to buy idioteces muggle in the market and has never crossed the Thames by boat, or has entered into the pubs to see how he plays for Manchester, and would recognize a punk. In summary, Remus only knows, what the London Sirius called boring.
- and so can not, Lunatic. People will think you're the typical nerd repellent. You have to desmelenarte.
- Not even I have hair.
Lack bit for reviews and have to go back to school because, among other things, James and Peter have to be wondering where the hell have gotten. or, who says girls say boys. - Makes one of the turnstiles with the arms, fuss of Sirius, his typically theatrical excess. - Both rides, rides well, Remus.
are entering wetlands and Remus knows that to follow the course of the conversation will end up sorry. At the end of the day is not a good idea to talk about one's sexual life (or lack of sex life, to be exact) when the object of desire is the one in front. But they are in London, with a full stomach and suffered an emotionally wrenching night. Need something light and superficial conversation. Need a dialectical struggle with a stubborn dog. Sirius needs to rescue him. CHTML
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- Well, not equal, Canuto. If you do not mind.
Supports elbows on the table and walks over to him. Sirius inquisitive. You just have to lift the ears and stretch your legs.
- Are you sure you do not like girls?
now I'm thinking I want to see how you undo your pants as I look at it and smacking, Black, like a cake that is offered to the school door to it eat.
- Pretty sure, "he says with conviction. With great conviction.
- But surely you've done well? - Remus did not answer but apparently, their silence is quite telling. - One moment. Even you did with an aunt!
- A little higher, Canuto. In Wales there is a deaf old lady that you've heard.
At least it has the delicacy of his voice a little lower for the four waitresses and twenty-filling local customers may look elsewhere. Sirius is even closer to the table, pushing his plate of bacon and chop. CHT Berlo if you have eaten the good guy? Heat. Oh, Merlin, shit. What's hot in London. Remus evaporates. Melts. Is placed at the site of that girl and Sirius imaginary hand under the uniform you want to shout "do it".
Eat me, Drink me, touch me.Never has so strongly desired. Fuck. He seems to feel his lips the whole body but especially on that site that has become rigid and not just by thinking about girls.
- Sirius - make an effort because his voice sounds normal, have you ever done any of those things with a guy?
- What? - Her eyes out of their sockets. - No!
No, of course. Sirius is too masculine, too much man for that.
- And according to your theory, how do you know then you would not like?
Babbles a "well ..." and "shit, man, that's not ... well because ..." but fails to put together a sentence. For the first time, Remus has left him speechless. It is a day for history that will remain etched in the memory of London for ever and ever.
They return to Hogwarts on a motorcycle. Road
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