FIC: Come Undone (Snape/Lupin/Lily, NC-17)
I have shocked myself by writing my very first PWP. Not only is it my first, it's sort of a threesome. I guess I don't do anything halfway, do I? *g* I wasn't certain that I had it in me, but it was actually sort of fun to write something so different.
I wrote it for Lupin_Snape's "Trading Places" fest, and the story was written to accompany osmalic's very hot art, Only Walls (NWS, Snupin + Lily). The fic itself is NC-17 (perhaps obviously), and features both Snupin and Snape/Lupin/Lily.
Obviously it won't be everybody's cup of tea, but if you are interested and not allergic to slash, come and get it. It's also up here on LJ and here on IJ (unlocked).
Title: Come Undone
Author: bluestocking79
Rating: NC-17
Warning: quasi-Ménage à Trois, bit of wall!sex and alpha!Remus, bottom!Snape, voyeurism.
Word Count: 2,600
Pairings: Snupin, implied SS/RL/LE and references to LE/JP
Challenge: Trading Places
Summary: Walls are no obstacle to a clever witch, but even Lily’s not quite prepared for what she finds when she goes looking.
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, they’re J.K. Rowling’s. I’m just borrowing; I promise to hose them off before I return them.
Notes: Written for and inspired by osmalic’s super-sexy picture, Only Walls. This is the first PWP-style story that I’ve ever written, which is a mark of how inspirational I found the art. ;-) I’m under no illusions that it lives up to the picture, but I hope this satisfies anyway! Also, please note that all the participants are of legal age in this story. As far as I’m concerned, this takes place in their Seventh Year and none of them are minors. That probably renders this a bit AU, but those are the breaks.
It had started with a book.
In retrospect Lily herself found this difficult to believe; it seemed so commonplace, practically a cliché. Yet it was true all the same: she owed the single most satisfying orgasm of her life to a book. Specifically, to the search for a book.
If Remus hadn’t asked her for a favour, she wouldn’t have gone to the library in search of Lazarus Llewellyn’s 296 Magical Spores of Hampshire, which Remus had claimed to need for a report in Herbology. If Lily hadn’t been retrieving the heavy, musty doorstop of a book from the darkest, remotest corner of the library, she never would have picked up on the charm.
If she hadn’t noticed the charm, she would never have discovered what it was meant to hide, and the course of her sex life would never have been quite the same.
But Remus did ask the favour, and she did retrieve the book, and as Lily hoisted up Llewellyn’s book with a grimace, she did become aware of an odd compulsive feeling, something tingling over her like an itch that couldn’t quite be scratched. Even though she knew she’d had a good reason to come and search out the book, she had the strangest feeling that she’d forgotten something important-was it her turn to do Prefect’s rounds tonight? Perhaps she ought to check with Professor McGonagall, just to be sure…
Lily stopped suddenly, shaking her head in irritation. She recognized a Distraction Charm when she felt one, but this one was better than most-subtle, credible. Not quite as good as her best work perhaps, but still very well done. She seriously doubted that it had been noticed, assuming that anybody in the library ever came near the Historic Herbology section.
Lily had come near, however, and now her curiosity was piqued. The only reason to use such a charm was to deflect attention from something illicit or embarrassing; given the sophistication of the charm work, it was quite likely that whoever was indulging in the illicit behaviour wasn’t an average, anonymous student.
Her lips curved in a wicked smile. She’d always been a curious girl. She simply had to know what she was supposed to be missing.
With Remus’ book clutched in one hand and her wand in the other, she crept forward, ignoring the impulses awakened by the Distraction Charm and instead seeking its epicentre. The magic was strangely appealing to her, dark and alluring and brilliant, drawing her forward even as it sought to push her away. She could feel its power thrumming through her like a heartbeat, bringing heat to her face and a familiar tingling between her legs.
The charm led Lily deep within the section to a rather cleverly concealed door-probably leading to an old storeroom, she guessed. It might also have been a secret passage, judging from the way the door fit flush with the rest of the wood panelling, its seams partially concealed by a tapestry of Ulric the Ulcerated, whose likeness had thankfully faded with time. At a glance, the average person would never guess that the door existed. Possibly even Madam Pince had never discovered it.
Somebody was behind that door, somebody with remarkable talent, and whoever it was, they had taken considerable pains not to be found.
Naturally, this made Lily want to find him-she was stubbornly sure it was a him-all the more. She told herself that she was only searching for a troublemaker, doing her duty as Head Girl, but couldn’t quite make herself believe it.
This was a situation that called for caution, she thought. It wouldn’t do to just go barging in, breaking the door down and making a scene. That was the approach that James would take, but thankfully his enthusiasm hadn’t corrupted her good sense. Yet.
It was only a wall that separated her from her prey, and what sort of obstacle was a mere wall to a witch? Magic had allowed Lily to fly without wings; surely it would allow for this.
Lily tilted her head for a moment, considering. With a graceful swish-flick of her wand and a nonverbal Transparency Charm, the door and tapestry became so crystal clear that they seemed to have faded to nothingness.
Lily’s smug pleasure at her success was short-lived, however, once she got a look at what had been going on behind closed doors.
Her first thought was that Remus Lupin was a lying prat and a lazy git, getting her to retrieve his books when he was obviously in perfect health. Her second thought registered the fact that he was obviously otherwise occupied. Her third thought was that she had never realized how muscular his chest was under those woolly jumpers he favoured-and Merlin’s pants, was that Severus with him?
The treatise on fungi nearly slipped from her nerveless fingers; she only caught it at the last minute, hastily setting it on the ground, lest it slip again.
Within seconds, Lily had cast a Distraction Charm of her own, more powerful even than the last. She added a Discretion Charm at the same time, shielding all of them from public view. They were in the least-popular section in the entire library, but it didn’t do to leave things to chance.
She didn’t want to share this sight with anybody else.
Lily stared through the tapestry-covered door, too fascinated by the silent show behind it to be embarrassed. Remus was kissing Severus, but it was nothing like the way James usually kissed her, urgent but tender. Instead, Remus seemed to be attacking Severus, sucking and kissing and nipping at him with sharp bites, drawing back just before he might draw blood. Severus responded with equal ferocity, clawing at Remus’ shoulders and pulling at his hair, devouring his mouth.
Was this how it was for boys? Was it always this snarling and clashing, this fierce crush of teeth and tongues and hard, angular bodies?
She rather thought she could get used to it.
She’d never imagined that Remus-Remus, sickly, chocolate-loving Remus Lupin-could be so fierce. He tore at Severus’ clothes, each tug of jumper and trousers revealing another swath of pale flesh, ready for inspection by Remus’ clever lips and tongue. Remus’ own shirt had been discarded, baring a lean and muscular torso, crisscrossed lightly with scars and gilded with crisp hair that glowed in the dim torchlight of the cupboard. His eyes gleamed strangely amber, filled with worship and hunger and pure desire, all of it focussed on Severus’ nude form.
The only word that Lily could think was feral. Remus was behaving like a wild creature, and although that should have frightened her, instead it had her clutching at her skirt, crushing the wool pleats in her fist so that she wouldn’t delve further down to the throbbing want between her legs.
If seeing Remus this way was a shock, then Severus was a revelation. She’d known Severus for so long and had fancied that she knew him better than anybody else at Hogwarts could. Yet she’d certainly never seen him this way, so thoroughly undone-in fact, she had the sense that she’d never actually seen him at all.
She’d witnessed him without his shirt exactly once, back when they’d been children. He’d showed up to her house with his shirt all bloodied, and before he could protest, her mum had stripped it off him to be washed. Lily remembered how she’d giggled at the sight of Severus’ naked chest, blinding white and nearly concave, every sharp bone visible just beneath the thin skin. He’d looked scrawny and helpless, like a plucked crow or a wet cat.
He didn’t look scrawny now, and if he was helpless, it was because he was eagerly surrendering to Remus’ kisses. Although he was as thin and pale as he’d always been, his body was sleek rather than skinny, sinewy and strong even in its frailty. Lily examined him in endless fascination, admiring the elegant line of his back and the perfect swell of his arse, noting the pinkish points of his nipples and the tufts of dark hair beneath his armpits. She caught a glimpse of the dark hair at his groin and the blushing cock that jutted from it before Remus turned Severus around and shoved him against the door, trailing a line of wet kisses down his front.
Mere inches from Lily, just on the other side of the door, Severus leaned his head back in abandon, his white, swan-like throat exposed and his face lit with pleasure. His cheeks were flushed, and his dark eyes glittered in the torchlight.
Severus was beautiful, she thought, wishing that she could hear his moans and gasps and sighs. She couldn’t imagine how she’d never noticed it before. Was it only Remus who brought it out in him?
Lower and lower Remus sank, sucking at a nipple here, tweaking a bit of flesh there. He settled on his knees with a mischievous look and proceeded to do something that Lily had never done-something she knew James secretly wanted her to do, though he could never bring himself to request it. Severus closed his eyes in a silent howl as Remus licked and sucked at his cock, teasing his foreskin and then swallowing him down.
Lily wondered how Severus’ cock tasted. She wondered if he would have let her try it if she’d asked him. She wondered if he still might.
Seemingly on their own volition, her fingers found their way beneath her crumpled skirt, wandering past her damp knickers to take care of the building tension. She almost whimpered from the relief of her own touch.
After what felt like hours but had likely been minutes, Remus released Severus’ straining erection, rising to his feet in one graceful movement. Severus’ desperate fingers reached for Remus’ trousers, fumbling at belt and buttons and zipper until Remus’ cock was free-shorter than Severus’, but thicker and obviously excited to be included.
Severus turned towards her, and his face suddenly screwed up in a grimace that spoke of equal parts pain and pleasure. Remus was having him against the wall, she realized-not making love or even having sex, but really fucking. She leaned up against the door and watched the play of different feelings across Severus’ face, normally so guarded and controlled. Now she could clearly read his feelings-his discomfort, his desire, his absolute trust in Remus and his unselfconscious joy in being with him.
It was the most gorgeous thing she’d ever seen.
Lily pressed against the door as closely as she could, wanting to share in his joy. She imagined that the wall no longer separated them, imagined that all three of them were together and that Severus was inside her as Remus was inside him, all three of them caught in a loop of ever-growing joy.
Severus came first, his climax splattering over his taut belly and Remus’ fingers. At the sight of it, Lily felt her own delicious pleasure rising, the bubble of joy within her filling until it had to burst, too much to be contained within one person, one body. Sweaty and shaking, Lily slumped to her knees and wiped her fingers on her knickers, trying to catch her breath and regain her sanity.
After a moment, she opened her eyes, surprised to realize that she’d closed them in the first place. On the other side of the wall, Remus and Severus had also collapsed into the perfect picture of contentment, curled around each other in a sticky, sweaty heap. As she watched, Severus’ eyes fluttered open, and Remus leaned forward, brushing Severus’ limp hair aside and offering him a slow, tender kiss that showed all the gentleness that had been missing from their foreplay. Love you, Remus seemed to say, the intent clear even through a Silencing Charm.
Lily hugged the volume of Llewellyn to her chest and sighed, wondering if James had ever treasured her quite as much as Remus seemed to treasure Severus.
Suddenly, Remus looked up and out towards the door, meeting Lily’s gaze. He raised his eyebrows and offered a grin that seemed stolen from Sirius. Get a good show? he mouthed, and Lily felt first cold, then hot with embarrassment. How had he known? And how long? How could she ever face them, knowing-?
It occurred to her then that Transparency Charms could work on both sides of a door. It further occurred to her that Severus knew very well how to cast a Distraction Spell that even she wouldn’t be able to resist, and that Remus would never be careless enough to ask her to fetch a book from the same deserted section of the library that he used for his trysts with Severus.
Her discovery of the door had been no accident.
Severus turned to face her as well, and his gaze was even more unnervingly direct. No surprise there-Severus had always had a talent for making people squirm. Even through the barrier of the wall, he gazed directly into her eyes.
Every Saturday evening at six, he said, clearly enough for her to read his lips. You’re welcome, he added.
It took Lily several long moments to realize that this hadn’t been a smart remark but rather an invitation.
It took her only an instant to accept it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Until the day he died, James Potter never quite understood the obsession his wife seemed to have with Historic Herbology. It was strange because, as far as he could remember, she’d had no particular liking for Herbology in school, and the history of Herbology was even duller than the sticking-your-hands-in-the-dirt bit of it. Yet all the same, their library had a growing selection of the books. James had more than once caught Lily surveying them with a secretive smile on her lips and a faraway look in her green eyes, her fingers stroking the spine of Llewellyn’s 296 Magical Spores of Hampshire in the tender way that she usually reserved for stroking James’ cock.
At times, he almost felt jealous of the damned thing.
He’d tried reading the Llewellyn a few times, but it was so ungodly boring that he’d never made it through more than a few pages. James couldn’t imagine what was exciting about it; he’d skimmed through to see if there were any naughty parts or dirty pictures, but he hadn’t found anything racier than a few mentions of woodcocks.
James didn’t claim to understand the attraction. All he knew was that whenever he made a present of a new Herbology history to Lily, she was always very enthusiastic in rewarding him for the effort. Accordingly, he did so, often and regularly.
Lily always had enjoyed her books.
I wrote it for Lupin_Snape's "Trading Places" fest, and the story was written to accompany osmalic's very hot art, Only Walls (NWS, Snupin + Lily). The fic itself is NC-17 (perhaps obviously), and features both Snupin and Snape/Lupin/Lily.
Obviously it won't be everybody's cup of tea, but if you are interested and not allergic to slash, come and get it. It's also up here on LJ and here on IJ (unlocked).
Title: Come Undone
Author: bluestocking79
Rating: NC-17
Warning: quasi-Ménage à Trois, bit of wall!sex and alpha!Remus, bottom!Snape, voyeurism.
Word Count: 2,600
Pairings: Snupin, implied SS/RL/LE and references to LE/JP
Challenge: Trading Places
Summary: Walls are no obstacle to a clever witch, but even Lily’s not quite prepared for what she finds when she goes looking.
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, they’re J.K. Rowling’s. I’m just borrowing; I promise to hose them off before I return them.
Notes: Written for and inspired by osmalic’s super-sexy picture, Only Walls. This is the first PWP-style story that I’ve ever written, which is a mark of how inspirational I found the art. ;-) I’m under no illusions that it lives up to the picture, but I hope this satisfies anyway! Also, please note that all the participants are of legal age in this story. As far as I’m concerned, this takes place in their Seventh Year and none of them are minors. That probably renders this a bit AU, but those are the breaks.
It had started with a book.
In retrospect Lily herself found this difficult to believe; it seemed so commonplace, practically a cliché. Yet it was true all the same: she owed the single most satisfying orgasm of her life to a book. Specifically, to the search for a book.
If Remus hadn’t asked her for a favour, she wouldn’t have gone to the library in search of Lazarus Llewellyn’s 296 Magical Spores of Hampshire, which Remus had claimed to need for a report in Herbology. If Lily hadn’t been retrieving the heavy, musty doorstop of a book from the darkest, remotest corner of the library, she never would have picked up on the charm.
If she hadn’t noticed the charm, she would never have discovered what it was meant to hide, and the course of her sex life would never have been quite the same.
But Remus did ask the favour, and she did retrieve the book, and as Lily hoisted up Llewellyn’s book with a grimace, she did become aware of an odd compulsive feeling, something tingling over her like an itch that couldn’t quite be scratched. Even though she knew she’d had a good reason to come and search out the book, she had the strangest feeling that she’d forgotten something important-was it her turn to do Prefect’s rounds tonight? Perhaps she ought to check with Professor McGonagall, just to be sure…
Lily stopped suddenly, shaking her head in irritation. She recognized a Distraction Charm when she felt one, but this one was better than most-subtle, credible. Not quite as good as her best work perhaps, but still very well done. She seriously doubted that it had been noticed, assuming that anybody in the library ever came near the Historic Herbology section.
Lily had come near, however, and now her curiosity was piqued. The only reason to use such a charm was to deflect attention from something illicit or embarrassing; given the sophistication of the charm work, it was quite likely that whoever was indulging in the illicit behaviour wasn’t an average, anonymous student.
Her lips curved in a wicked smile. She’d always been a curious girl. She simply had to know what she was supposed to be missing.
With Remus’ book clutched in one hand and her wand in the other, she crept forward, ignoring the impulses awakened by the Distraction Charm and instead seeking its epicentre. The magic was strangely appealing to her, dark and alluring and brilliant, drawing her forward even as it sought to push her away. She could feel its power thrumming through her like a heartbeat, bringing heat to her face and a familiar tingling between her legs.
The charm led Lily deep within the section to a rather cleverly concealed door-probably leading to an old storeroom, she guessed. It might also have been a secret passage, judging from the way the door fit flush with the rest of the wood panelling, its seams partially concealed by a tapestry of Ulric the Ulcerated, whose likeness had thankfully faded with time. At a glance, the average person would never guess that the door existed. Possibly even Madam Pince had never discovered it.
Somebody was behind that door, somebody with remarkable talent, and whoever it was, they had taken considerable pains not to be found.
Naturally, this made Lily want to find him-she was stubbornly sure it was a him-all the more. She told herself that she was only searching for a troublemaker, doing her duty as Head Girl, but couldn’t quite make herself believe it.
This was a situation that called for caution, she thought. It wouldn’t do to just go barging in, breaking the door down and making a scene. That was the approach that James would take, but thankfully his enthusiasm hadn’t corrupted her good sense. Yet.
It was only a wall that separated her from her prey, and what sort of obstacle was a mere wall to a witch? Magic had allowed Lily to fly without wings; surely it would allow for this.
Lily tilted her head for a moment, considering. With a graceful swish-flick of her wand and a nonverbal Transparency Charm, the door and tapestry became so crystal clear that they seemed to have faded to nothingness.
Lily’s smug pleasure at her success was short-lived, however, once she got a look at what had been going on behind closed doors.
Her first thought was that Remus Lupin was a lying prat and a lazy git, getting her to retrieve his books when he was obviously in perfect health. Her second thought registered the fact that he was obviously otherwise occupied. Her third thought was that she had never realized how muscular his chest was under those woolly jumpers he favoured-and Merlin’s pants, was that Severus with him?
The treatise on fungi nearly slipped from her nerveless fingers; she only caught it at the last minute, hastily setting it on the ground, lest it slip again.
Within seconds, Lily had cast a Distraction Charm of her own, more powerful even than the last. She added a Discretion Charm at the same time, shielding all of them from public view. They were in the least-popular section in the entire library, but it didn’t do to leave things to chance.
She didn’t want to share this sight with anybody else.
Lily stared through the tapestry-covered door, too fascinated by the silent show behind it to be embarrassed. Remus was kissing Severus, but it was nothing like the way James usually kissed her, urgent but tender. Instead, Remus seemed to be attacking Severus, sucking and kissing and nipping at him with sharp bites, drawing back just before he might draw blood. Severus responded with equal ferocity, clawing at Remus’ shoulders and pulling at his hair, devouring his mouth.
Was this how it was for boys? Was it always this snarling and clashing, this fierce crush of teeth and tongues and hard, angular bodies?
She rather thought she could get used to it.
She’d never imagined that Remus-Remus, sickly, chocolate-loving Remus Lupin-could be so fierce. He tore at Severus’ clothes, each tug of jumper and trousers revealing another swath of pale flesh, ready for inspection by Remus’ clever lips and tongue. Remus’ own shirt had been discarded, baring a lean and muscular torso, crisscrossed lightly with scars and gilded with crisp hair that glowed in the dim torchlight of the cupboard. His eyes gleamed strangely amber, filled with worship and hunger and pure desire, all of it focussed on Severus’ nude form.
The only word that Lily could think was feral. Remus was behaving like a wild creature, and although that should have frightened her, instead it had her clutching at her skirt, crushing the wool pleats in her fist so that she wouldn’t delve further down to the throbbing want between her legs.
If seeing Remus this way was a shock, then Severus was a revelation. She’d known Severus for so long and had fancied that she knew him better than anybody else at Hogwarts could. Yet she’d certainly never seen him this way, so thoroughly undone-in fact, she had the sense that she’d never actually seen him at all.
She’d witnessed him without his shirt exactly once, back when they’d been children. He’d showed up to her house with his shirt all bloodied, and before he could protest, her mum had stripped it off him to be washed. Lily remembered how she’d giggled at the sight of Severus’ naked chest, blinding white and nearly concave, every sharp bone visible just beneath the thin skin. He’d looked scrawny and helpless, like a plucked crow or a wet cat.
He didn’t look scrawny now, and if he was helpless, it was because he was eagerly surrendering to Remus’ kisses. Although he was as thin and pale as he’d always been, his body was sleek rather than skinny, sinewy and strong even in its frailty. Lily examined him in endless fascination, admiring the elegant line of his back and the perfect swell of his arse, noting the pinkish points of his nipples and the tufts of dark hair beneath his armpits. She caught a glimpse of the dark hair at his groin and the blushing cock that jutted from it before Remus turned Severus around and shoved him against the door, trailing a line of wet kisses down his front.
Mere inches from Lily, just on the other side of the door, Severus leaned his head back in abandon, his white, swan-like throat exposed and his face lit with pleasure. His cheeks were flushed, and his dark eyes glittered in the torchlight.
Severus was beautiful, she thought, wishing that she could hear his moans and gasps and sighs. She couldn’t imagine how she’d never noticed it before. Was it only Remus who brought it out in him?
Lower and lower Remus sank, sucking at a nipple here, tweaking a bit of flesh there. He settled on his knees with a mischievous look and proceeded to do something that Lily had never done-something she knew James secretly wanted her to do, though he could never bring himself to request it. Severus closed his eyes in a silent howl as Remus licked and sucked at his cock, teasing his foreskin and then swallowing him down.
Lily wondered how Severus’ cock tasted. She wondered if he would have let her try it if she’d asked him. She wondered if he still might.
Seemingly on their own volition, her fingers found their way beneath her crumpled skirt, wandering past her damp knickers to take care of the building tension. She almost whimpered from the relief of her own touch.
After what felt like hours but had likely been minutes, Remus released Severus’ straining erection, rising to his feet in one graceful movement. Severus’ desperate fingers reached for Remus’ trousers, fumbling at belt and buttons and zipper until Remus’ cock was free-shorter than Severus’, but thicker and obviously excited to be included.
Severus turned towards her, and his face suddenly screwed up in a grimace that spoke of equal parts pain and pleasure. Remus was having him against the wall, she realized-not making love or even having sex, but really fucking. She leaned up against the door and watched the play of different feelings across Severus’ face, normally so guarded and controlled. Now she could clearly read his feelings-his discomfort, his desire, his absolute trust in Remus and his unselfconscious joy in being with him.
It was the most gorgeous thing she’d ever seen.
Lily pressed against the door as closely as she could, wanting to share in his joy. She imagined that the wall no longer separated them, imagined that all three of them were together and that Severus was inside her as Remus was inside him, all three of them caught in a loop of ever-growing joy.
Severus came first, his climax splattering over his taut belly and Remus’ fingers. At the sight of it, Lily felt her own delicious pleasure rising, the bubble of joy within her filling until it had to burst, too much to be contained within one person, one body. Sweaty and shaking, Lily slumped to her knees and wiped her fingers on her knickers, trying to catch her breath and regain her sanity.
After a moment, she opened her eyes, surprised to realize that she’d closed them in the first place. On the other side of the wall, Remus and Severus had also collapsed into the perfect picture of contentment, curled around each other in a sticky, sweaty heap. As she watched, Severus’ eyes fluttered open, and Remus leaned forward, brushing Severus’ limp hair aside and offering him a slow, tender kiss that showed all the gentleness that had been missing from their foreplay. Love you, Remus seemed to say, the intent clear even through a Silencing Charm.
Lily hugged the volume of Llewellyn to her chest and sighed, wondering if James had ever treasured her quite as much as Remus seemed to treasure Severus.
Suddenly, Remus looked up and out towards the door, meeting Lily’s gaze. He raised his eyebrows and offered a grin that seemed stolen from Sirius. Get a good show? he mouthed, and Lily felt first cold, then hot with embarrassment. How had he known? And how long? How could she ever face them, knowing-?
It occurred to her then that Transparency Charms could work on both sides of a door. It further occurred to her that Severus knew very well how to cast a Distraction Spell that even she wouldn’t be able to resist, and that Remus would never be careless enough to ask her to fetch a book from the same deserted section of the library that he used for his trysts with Severus.
Her discovery of the door had been no accident.
Severus turned to face her as well, and his gaze was even more unnervingly direct. No surprise there-Severus had always had a talent for making people squirm. Even through the barrier of the wall, he gazed directly into her eyes.
Every Saturday evening at six, he said, clearly enough for her to read his lips. You’re welcome, he added.
It took Lily several long moments to realize that this hadn’t been a smart remark but rather an invitation.
It took her only an instant to accept it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Until the day he died, James Potter never quite understood the obsession his wife seemed to have with Historic Herbology. It was strange because, as far as he could remember, she’d had no particular liking for Herbology in school, and the history of Herbology was even duller than the sticking-your-hands-in-the-dirt bit of it. Yet all the same, their library had a growing selection of the books. James had more than once caught Lily surveying them with a secretive smile on her lips and a faraway look in her green eyes, her fingers stroking the spine of Llewellyn’s 296 Magical Spores of Hampshire in the tender way that she usually reserved for stroking James’ cock.
At times, he almost felt jealous of the damned thing.
He’d tried reading the Llewellyn a few times, but it was so ungodly boring that he’d never made it through more than a few pages. James couldn’t imagine what was exciting about it; he’d skimmed through to see if there were any naughty parts or dirty pictures, but he hadn’t found anything racier than a few mentions of woodcocks.
James didn’t claim to understand the attraction. All he knew was that whenever he made a present of a new Herbology history to Lily, she was always very enthusiastic in rewarding him for the effort. Accordingly, he did so, often and regularly.
Lily always had enjoyed her books.