History of Magic Class/Room of Requirement
Title: Snake Charmer
Author: landale
Location: History of Magic class and the Room of Requirement.
Words: 655
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Remus and Sirius are not mine, sadly. They belong to
J.K Rowling.
It was a lazy summer's day near the end of term, and Sirius sighed as Professor Binns repeated his year's lessons on goblin uprisings. Most of the other teachers had let them out of lessons, due to the fact that exams were over. In fact, most students hadn't even bothered to turn up for History of Magic, not that Professor Binns seemed to notice.
"Remind me why we're here again?" Sirius asked Remus, who was sitting next to him also looking rather bored. James and Peter were sat at the back, obviously planning something, and he couldn't get their attention when he tried.
"I'm a Prefect..." Remus began, but even he had to admit he would rather be elsewhere.
"I dunno about goblin uprisings..." Sirius whispered after a moment, "but I know something I'd like to see rise..." A mischievous twinkle sparkled in his eyes as he ran his hand up Remus's leg.
"Sirius!" Remus gasped, "Not here!" as Sirius's hand fondled his balls through his trousers. Sirius grinned, and Remus felt his composure slip away as he grew hard. That perverted gaze made him want Sirius even more. Remus gulped and nodded his assent, too aroused at the idea to protest.
Checking that nobody was watching, Sirius dived under the table, pretending to have dropped his quill. He made a great pretence of searching around for it while unzipping Remus's trousers and taking his hard cock into his mouth. Remus gasped, trying not to moan out loud as Sirius's tongue worked on him. He squirmed a little in his seat, then bit down hard on his quill as he came into Sirius's mouth. Sirius tucked him back into his trousers, then climbed back into his seat, brandishing his own quill like it was a long lost treasure. Remus swiped it from his hand.
"Hey, that's my quill!" Sirius said, but Remus pointed to his quill and Sirius saw he'd snapped the feather in two.
"How'd you do that?" he asked, grinning.
"I wonder..." Remus replied, a look of mock annoyance on his face.
~
"Padfoot, I think you need to take Remedial Charms," James said, after they had left the class. "If you can't even perform a basic Summoning Charm to retrieve your quill, you're really struggling." He grinned, "Unless you were trying to charm something else... a snake, perhaps?"
Sirius and Remus stopped dead, and a blush spread through them both from head to toe. Had they really been that obvious?
"Even Professor Binns stopped his droning momentarily to look at you," Peter chimed in, "Not that you were paying any attention."
They turned white. Had they really not noticed? Had everyone seen them?
A gaggle of giggling girls trundled past, and the only words Remus could make out was "did you see" and "History of Magic". They gave Sirius and Remus odd looks as they moved down the corridor.
"Errr... I just remembered, Remus and I have a detention with McGonagall!" Sirius said. He grabbed Remus by the arm and they rushed down the corridor, looking for a hiding place. They heard James and Peter's laughter echoing down the hallway as they hurried up the stairs. They opened the first door they came to as a bunch of giggling Slytherins pointed and laughed at them from down the hall, and slammed it shut behind them, breathing in heavily.
Sirius looked around them. They were in a small closet with lots of very soft cushions on the floor and a lock on the door. It could only be the Room of Requirement. Sirius gave Remus a grin and Remus rolled his eyes.
"You," he said, pointing at Sirius, "are going to be the death of me."
But, as he felt his robes slip off and his body being gently pressed down on the cushions by a very naked, extremely aroused Sirius, he realised that he could certainly think of worse ways to die.
Author: landale
Location: History of Magic class and the Room of Requirement.
Words: 655
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Remus and Sirius are not mine, sadly. They belong to
J.K Rowling.
It was a lazy summer's day near the end of term, and Sirius sighed as Professor Binns repeated his year's lessons on goblin uprisings. Most of the other teachers had let them out of lessons, due to the fact that exams were over. In fact, most students hadn't even bothered to turn up for History of Magic, not that Professor Binns seemed to notice.
"Remind me why we're here again?" Sirius asked Remus, who was sitting next to him also looking rather bored. James and Peter were sat at the back, obviously planning something, and he couldn't get their attention when he tried.
"I'm a Prefect..." Remus began, but even he had to admit he would rather be elsewhere.
"I dunno about goblin uprisings..." Sirius whispered after a moment, "but I know something I'd like to see rise..." A mischievous twinkle sparkled in his eyes as he ran his hand up Remus's leg.
"Sirius!" Remus gasped, "Not here!" as Sirius's hand fondled his balls through his trousers. Sirius grinned, and Remus felt his composure slip away as he grew hard. That perverted gaze made him want Sirius even more. Remus gulped and nodded his assent, too aroused at the idea to protest.
Checking that nobody was watching, Sirius dived under the table, pretending to have dropped his quill. He made a great pretence of searching around for it while unzipping Remus's trousers and taking his hard cock into his mouth. Remus gasped, trying not to moan out loud as Sirius's tongue worked on him. He squirmed a little in his seat, then bit down hard on his quill as he came into Sirius's mouth. Sirius tucked him back into his trousers, then climbed back into his seat, brandishing his own quill like it was a long lost treasure. Remus swiped it from his hand.
"Hey, that's my quill!" Sirius said, but Remus pointed to his quill and Sirius saw he'd snapped the feather in two.
"How'd you do that?" he asked, grinning.
"I wonder..." Remus replied, a look of mock annoyance on his face.
~
"Padfoot, I think you need to take Remedial Charms," James said, after they had left the class. "If you can't even perform a basic Summoning Charm to retrieve your quill, you're really struggling." He grinned, "Unless you were trying to charm something else... a snake, perhaps?"
Sirius and Remus stopped dead, and a blush spread through them both from head to toe. Had they really been that obvious?
"Even Professor Binns stopped his droning momentarily to look at you," Peter chimed in, "Not that you were paying any attention."
They turned white. Had they really not noticed? Had everyone seen them?
A gaggle of giggling girls trundled past, and the only words Remus could make out was "did you see" and "History of Magic". They gave Sirius and Remus odd looks as they moved down the corridor.
"Errr... I just remembered, Remus and I have a detention with McGonagall!" Sirius said. He grabbed Remus by the arm and they rushed down the corridor, looking for a hiding place. They heard James and Peter's laughter echoing down the hallway as they hurried up the stairs. They opened the first door they came to as a bunch of giggling Slytherins pointed and laughed at them from down the hall, and slammed it shut behind them, breathing in heavily.
Sirius looked around them. They were in a small closet with lots of very soft cushions on the floor and a lock on the door. It could only be the Room of Requirement. Sirius gave Remus a grin and Remus rolled his eyes.
"You," he said, pointing at Sirius, "are going to be the death of me."
But, as he felt his robes slip off and his body being gently pressed down on the cushions by a very naked, extremely aroused Sirius, he realised that he could certainly think of worse ways to die.