Am Grimmauldplatz trifft Sirius einen alten Bekannten wieder.

Ein Winternachmittag im Gryffindor-Turm enthüllt die Vorteile von Muggel-Literatur.

Remus reißt Sirius am Kragen zu sich heran und presst ihm die Spitze des Zauberstabs gegen den Hals. „Wag es noch einmal, dich hier blicken zu lassen", zischt er. „Und ich werde das tun, was ich vor zwölf Jahren hätte tun sollen, ich reiße dir die Kehle raus!" Missing Scene zu "Der Gefangene von Askaban".

Sirius' gaze is deep and full of a hidden sweetness like the tea in Remus' cup.

My Alpha knows very well what he can put me through.

It's the plain truth, Fortune preserve him, and it scares him to death.

Wissen macht sexy.

James ist stinksauer, Sirius ist unentschlossen, und dazwischen schlummert friedlich der neugeborene Harry.

Zugegeben, es ist schon ein starkes Stück, dass sich ausgerechnet ein Vertrauensschüler um Mitternacht aus dem Schloss schleicht, um ein Schäferstündchen mit seinem Liebhaber zu verbringen...

"Here I am, ready to offer my undying love on the altar of your gorgeous body, and you want me to scratch your belly."

"You know what, Pads," Lily said cheerfully. "One of these days, you and I will become friends."

"Du hast uns getötet", sagt James. "Du bist schuld, dass wir sterben mussten."

Und dann steht Remus plötzlich vor ihm, und Sirius muss erst einmal Luft holen.

„I remember our first time," James murmured.

Sirius eyed the changing table warily. Okay now, don't panic. Even James claimed to have changed his son's nappies before. It couldn't be that hard, could it?

Sirius' mouth curved into an ill-foreboding smirk as he stopped before the drawn curtains, fixating them like a hound bent on its prey. "We're going to clean up," he said.

"She wouldn't stop, James. I begged her to stop, but she wouldn't listen. I had to get out…"

Granted, it is quite rich for a prefect of all people to sneak out of the castle in the middle of the night to have a tryst with his boyfriend. Then again, Remus can't remember when he has last had a better idea.

In his long existence, Oceanus had encountered very few species of bony fish that were capable of facial expressions. But he would have bet his tailfin that this one was smiling.

It's a petty rebellion, one that will change nothing, but this one time Remus can make sure that the damned Death Eaters will not have the final say. Translation of my German fic "Mein zärtlichstes Kissen".