“You’ll be godfather?” he said, as he released Harry. “M-me?” stammered Harry. “You, yes, of course… Dora quite agrees, no one better…” “I - yeah - blimey -” Harry felt overwhelmed, astonished, delighted. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
September 1, 2009. Harry went to say goodbye to Teddy, who felt so relieved that he actually made a sound with his mouth.
hp quotes // “‘Oy, you! 'Arry Potter!’ shouted a particularly grim-looking dwarf, elbowing people out of the way to get to Harry. Hot all over at the thought of being given a Valentine in front of a queue of first years, which happened to include Ginny Weasley, Harry tried to escape. The dwarf, however, cut his way through the crowd by kicking people’s shins, and reached him before he’d gone two paces. 'I’ve got a musical message to deliver to 'Arry Potter in person,’ he said, twanging his harp in a threatening sort of way.”
James Potter accidentally shifting into Animagus shape when someone gives him a scare, and the first night Harry starts screaming in the middle of the night Lily isn’t sure if she’s still dreaming when she sees a distressed deer jumping against the bedroom door
Maybe some time around the age of 16 Remus’s transformations stop leaving him weak and hollow
In fact, they start to have the opposite effect
Not that Remus notices; as usual his brilliant mind is always quietly occupied
But Sirius notices
Merlin Sirius notices
It starts with his shoulders, he can’t help but eye the way they sit a little broader when Remus stands up straight
Then it’s his forearms, Sirius can see the tendons stand out a little when Remus lies on the sofa and holds his book above his head.
After the next full moon, it’s his biceps - they start pushing against his shirt when he leans over his potions essay, and Sirius’s mouth all but drops to the floor
Suddenly it’s hard to be around Remus, literally, without feeling a tightness growing in his trousers
The boys sit opposite each other in the library for hours, an endless pile of homework and exam prep leaving them caught in a dizzying cycle of work, eat, sleep
They all need some relief, but fuck Sirius needs a very specific kind of relief
Exams are so close, and he has to focus, but just a look at Remus could flick a switch in his body
Even his hands, somehow his hands look bigger, stronger
Sirius starts biting down hard on his lip each time his eyes drift to his boyfriend in class, or the library, or the common room (okay, just about everywhere)
But after half a day his bottom lip becomes red and puffy
Instead Sirius finds himself disappearing to the toilets to splash cold water on his face more often than he’d like to admit
When Remus’s arm winds protectively around him as they walk down a busy corridor, he has to bite back a whine
And when Remus strolls out of the shower one morning, a towel slung low around his hips, Sirius just sits and stares
Because his chest, Christ his chest has transformed
And it was all Sirius could do not to go over there and beg Remus to deal with his painfully hard arousal, right there in front of James and Peter
And when Remus caught him, eyes roving greedily across his bare skin and freshly tousled hair, he just stared right back and winked
Sirius rolled over in bed and bit down so hard on his pillow he could have torn it apart
This day was particularly torturous, and it didn’t help that the summer heat had Remus loosening the top few buttons of his shirt
Or that, in transfiguration, his hand had been resting high on Sirius’s thigh the whole time Frank was explaining petrification.
Or that, as they walked to the library, Remus slid Sirius’s bag from his shoulder and slung it easily across his own, winding an arm around his waist
By time they sat down Sirius was almost at breaking point, his frustration had his heart beating overtime and his head cloudy
He cast his eyes down, trying desperately to ignore his boyfriend’s newly broadened shoulders, or his tight, hard chest
Or the way his arms looked when he stretched out like that, fuck
Sirius’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up, muttering half an excuse about the bathroom
He didn’t feel connected to his feet as they carried him through the library, eyebrows furrowed and head fuzzy
He didn’t notice Remus until his fingers were locked around his wrists, and his whole body tugged sideways
Sirius’s soft moan of surprise was muffled by Remus’s lips, which collided with his before he could even gather his surroundings
Remus’s hand travelled to Sirius’s neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft skin, while his other grasped at his hips
Sirius thought his legs would give way at any moment
Just as abruptly as it began, Remus drew away, focusing his burning eyes on Sirius
“You keep disappearing.” He murmured “And you won’t look at me.”
He pressed a thumb to Sirius’s puffy bottom lip “You’re not telling me something Sirius.”
Again, Remus’s hand slid back to Sirius’s neck, a gentle pressure aiding the fuzzy euphoria Sirius felt at his touch
“Tell me.” He growled.
When his face blurred back into view, an almost delirious Sirius saw Remus’s expression harden
“I can take it.” He said, lowly
Sirius frowned, still breathless, resisting the urge to buck his hips into Remus’s warm, gorgeous body
“It’s you.” He murmured, looking down
Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt ashamed
“You’ve changed and I can’t - I can’t cope. It’s not that I didn’t like you before, I love you whatever you - what ever you look like - and you were always gorgeous, but now you’re just, you’re just kind of perfect and it’s just” Remus’s proximity making Sirius almost incoherent.
“…it’s just your shoulders got bigger, and your arms, and I can’t stop, I can’t focus and I know you just want to work and there’s no time for it so I was trying not to bother you but fuck Remus.”
“What?” Remus’s hand tilted Sirius’s chin up, forcing him to meet his confused gaze.
Sirius shuttered under his boyfriend’s newly bulky frame
“You’re not…” Remus frowned. “I thought you liked someone else.”
Sirius nearly choked. “What?” He spluttered.
“Remus” He snapped, taking control and pushing himself closer to the boy. “I can’t focus on anything but you. I can’t study, I can’t sleep, I can’t look at you in class without…” Sirius groaned and pushed his hips against Remus, using his hard arousal to illustrate his point.
Sirius pressed frantic kisses into to the soft skin on Remus’s neck. “And when you came out of the shower today…”
Sirius’s sentence ended in a gasp as his back hit a smooth, cool wall. Remus’s warm mouth was at his neck, his hands pressing down his sides, their bodies flush against each other
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus growled. “Why didn’t you let me help you?”
Sirius only moaned in response as Remus’s thigh found its way between his legs, pressing teasingly against him
“Sirius.” Remus growled again. “Why?”
“You were…busy.” Sirius groaned, feeling Remus grip his chin.
“Look at me.” Remus ordered, his eyes burning. “I am never too busy for you, Sirius Black.”
Sirius looked at his boyfriend, panting. His hips bucked into Remus, and he tried to connect their lips again, but he felt a strong hand push him back, denying him.
“Now, say it back to me.” Ordered Remus. “I’m never too busy to fuck you, say it back.”
Sirius shuttered, Remus telling him what to do was just, fuck.
“You’re never too busy to fuck me.” Sirius’s need was turning his voice into a desperate whine, but Remus didn’t move.
His eyes burned into Sirius’s, and his voice was low and threatening. “Next time you need me, you’re going to tell me, okay? You’re going to say: ‘Remus, I need you to fuck me now.’ And I’m then going to fuck you, okay?”
Sirius’s eyes almost rolled upwards, his whole body was trembling.
“Remus,” Sirius managed to whisper, somewhat calmly. “I need you to fuck me now.”
Sirius shuttered as he felt Remus grip the back of his thighs, easily lifting Sirius up and pressing him against the wall, his legs now hooked around his waist.
Whenever Hagrid finally decides to retire as Care of Magical Creatures professor you can bet your last knut that Charlie Weasley flies back to England the following week excitedly waving his resume and recommendation letters from no less than two Scamanders and the Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger.
Ever think about what needy Harry would be like? Like after he’s just returned home from a long tour or the set of his latest film and he can’t get enough of your snuggles, cuddles, and kisses.
It’s most apparent in the mornings when he wakes up super happy, all smiles for his girl, because he can’t believe that after so many long, lonely nights he’s finally got you back right next him.
And he just can’t help but stare at you while you sleep. He’s mesmerized by the little tug at your eyebrow and small frown on your lips when something displeases you in your dreams. He’s satisfied that the slight brush of his fingers against the skin of your stomach eases the displeasure and allows a more serene look to overtake your features. But you stir not long after and catch him staring, causing him to get a bit shy and bury his face in his hands.