Fic: Keeping Time (Snape/Teddy, Remus/Sirius Rated: Hard R)
Title: Keeping Time
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Teddy, Remus/Sirius
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: sexual!Snape, adult characters with crossgen of a major age gap (~40 years)
Wordcount: 5600 words
Summary: A watch, a kiss, a spell, a chance encounter, a hidden voice.
A/N: Many thanks to elanorofcastile for putting up with my flailing as the first file disappeared on me and the beta and djin7 for her beta and AWESOME suggestions. Written for chibitoaster's birthday. Way back at Terminus, I promised her a Snape/Teddy story for her birthday and this is what came of it. I'm not at all certain this is what she was envisioning but... even though the story isn't all that happy, I wish you the happiest of happys, chibitoaster!!! May you have plenty of success, love and happiness in the future! To reiterate, both characters are of adult and legal age of consent within the United States. (Teddy is ~23 and Snape is ~60)
Remus stares at the watch, gobsmacked at what's in his hands. His grandfather's pocket watch. For the first time in his fifteen years, he feels like an adult.
"Just like your father," comes the voice from the shadows. Teddy stops walking and peers into the alley, trying to search out who would be speaking. He's the only one standing around so it's either that there are at least two people in the alley or the owner of the voice is talking to him. He starts to walk past as he makes his way deeper into Knockturn Alley when the voice comes again, "Afraid of confrontation just like your father, too. Go on, little Lupin, walk on by."
Teddy stops and then goes back to the mouth of the alley. As he starts to enter the alley, he hears, "Interested in the father that died instead of raising you? You won't find what you're looking for here. Go back to your safe little house and forget about him like he forgot about you."
Upset at the words, Teddy walks into the alley, brandishing his wand. "You don't know a thing about my father, I'll…" But there's no one there when he gets into the alley.
"That's a right awful watch, Moony old man," Sirius says with a grin as he grabs the watch from Remus.
"Shut it, it's from my dad. Been in the family for generations." Remus tries to get it back but fails miserably. Sirius always was too agile on or off of a broom for Remus. As Sirius dances on and off the beds within the dormitory, Remus chases after him, just a hair too slow to actually retrieve his watch.
"You'll need to do better than that to catch me," Sirius taunts as he holds the watch in the air while he jumps up and down on James's bed.
"Oi! Get your stinky feet off my bed, Black!" James yells as he avoids Sirius's feet and pulls his legs up towards the head of the bed.
"No can do, mate, avoiding Remus necessitates the, oh, nevermind," Sirius says as he barely avoids Remus's hands and leaps over to Peter's bed.
"Arse! You just landed on my Divinations homework!"
"Sorry, blame Remus!" Sirius laughs, great barking gales of laughter as Remus leaps after him. When he jumps off the bed, he misjudges and goes right when he should've gone left. Remus catches him but Sirius still holds the watch just out of reach of Remus's hands.
"Give me my watch, you bloody pillock! It's a family heirloom!"
"It doesn't even run!"
"You have to wind it. It's a Muggle watch." Remus stands on the very tips of his toes, leaning against Sirius as he tries to reach that extra inch or so to get the watch from Sirius's hand. Their chests brush and their mouths are scant inches away from one another. His heart trips a beat as he stares at the lips and then Sirius's face so close to his own. Body reacting to the proximity and the heat and the sudden desire, Remus is torn between retrieving his watch and stepping back before he embarrasses himself further what with the way he's hardening in his trousers.
"Guess that would explain it." Sirius sounds distracted and that's when Remus realises that he's hard, too. They're both hard. Remus steps back and Sirius hands him back his watch. When Peter hits them with a tossed pillow, the awkward moment disappears deep into the recesses of both their minds, only to be brought out when it's dark and they're sure the other is asleep.
Teddy doesn't care for Knockturn Alley. It's dark and dingy and then there are the hags. This really isn't his sort of place but he's heard that there's a possibility that one of the shops here acquired some of his father's things, stolen too many years ago by someone his father had called friend. Sidestepping a hag as she leans against the brick and takes a deep drink of whatever is in the bottle hidden within a bag, he enters Caterwaul and Choppin's shop. It's one of the smaller shops here but considering that his father had never owned anything of real value, it's a good place to start.
The shopkeeper stands behind the counter, polishing something as Teddy enters. He barely receives a nod before the man goes back to staring at whatever's in his hand. Teddy wanders the shop, looking at the trinkets, the fake shrunken heads scattered in between grimy silverware and dusty books. There isn't anything of real worth anywhere around.
"Help you, boy?" The shopkeeper's voice creaks with age.
"I'm looking for a few items."
"We've plenty of items here."
"I'm looking for a watch."
"What sort of watch?"
"Pocket watch. Muggle make but enchanted."
Remus pulls out his watch and notices that, yet again, he'd forgotten to wind the watch. His father would be rolling in his grave if he had a grave. Or if he were dead, which he isn't but that's not the point as far as Remus is concerned. The point is that his father would be appalled at the way that he treats the watch. This is at least the hundredth time he's forgotten to wind the watch. He's sure to be late, now, because he'd been relying on it to get him to work on time.
It's not like work is all that available for him what with that whole werewolf thing. Muttering to himself at his forgetfulness when it comes to winding the watch, he hurries down the pavement until he enters the bookstore where he works.
"You're late."
"I'm sorry, sir, had a problem with my watch. Won't happen again." Remus pats the pocket where he stores the watch and then goes around behind the counter. He means the promise at the time but when the watch winds down again the next day, and then the next and then the day after that, Remus finds himself fired for being late every day. It's a change of pace, at least, from being fired due to being a werewolf. He's not sure that it's a good change of pace but at least it's a change of pace.
"We don't carry Muggle items here," the man says but with the way that he pauses over the word 'Muggle', Teddy can tell that he means 'Mudblood' but had the foresight to not use the word.
"It's enchanted to never need winding. It's an old watch, not very valuable but it has an interesting story."
"No Muggle items." The man's attention goes back to his rag, dismissing Teddy. Sighing, Teddy leaves the shop disappointed. As he walks past the alley where he'd heard the voice, he pauses, just in case. He pretends to check the laces on his shoe and then to straighten his robes but there isn't a voice.
Sighing again, he heads home to his flat and pours himself a glass of whisky. He'd gotten his hopes up, even though Harry had warned him not to, that he'd find the watch straight away. He'd walk into that first shop and there it'd be, shining in the first display case and begging him to take it home to… well, he hadn't got that far in the plan.
He hadn't even really thought of why he wanted the watch so badly. Harry and he had been sitting at Harry's dining table, looking at old photos. When Harry had picked one up of his dad and Sirius, Teddy had noticed the way that Remus flipped the watch open to check the time and then slipped it back in his pocket with a grin on his face.
It's probably the way that Remus's face had lit up just by checking the time that made Teddy want to find the watch. The watch made his dad happy and maybe it might make Teddy feel happier about his own life if he had it.
Remus's heart races as he tears up the flat. He can't believe that he's lost his watch. His grandfather's watch. The watch that had been in his family for so many generations that his dad hadn't known how far back the damn thing went. Oh god oh god oh god oh god, he'd lost it. He'd lost it.
"Looking for something?" Sirius asks as he watches Remus tear up his room.
"My watch, my dad's pocket watch!" Remus debates flipping his mattress off the bed frame to check there but a chuckle from the doorway stops him cold. When he turns around, he sees the way that Sirius is smirking at him. "What have you done?"
Sirius holds out the watch on his open palm. "Just what should've been done years ago."
Remus runs over and snatches it from his hand. "You stole my watch, you arse!"
"I prefer the term 'borrowed' as that's what I did." Sirius is watching him, staring at him with an indiscernible expression on his face. Remus glares at him while he flips open the watch.
The watch that was currently keeping time even though he hadn't wound it in over a week. "You charmed my watch."
"Didn't want you to be late to work again. I know that it's important to - " Sirius can't finish what he'd been about to say because Remus is pressed up against him, mouth on his with his lips parting. Sirius reaches up and holds on to the back of Remus's neck and kisses him back. As far as first kisses go, this one's got the rest beat, hands down.
His other hand grips Remus's waist while Remus clings to his and their mouths open completely, tongues brushing against one another as they shift the angle of their faces, trying to get more, closer, more. It's not enough, not nearly enough for Sirius when he's been waiting for this since he was fifteen.
Teddy tries to ignore the way that the watch still haunts him so much that, even in his dreams, he can see the way that his dad would flip it open and grin. It haunts him so much that his brain has added befores and afters to it. His dad is grinning because Sirius had just told a joke. His dad is grinning because he's remembering his own dad. His dad is grinning because he's thinking about giving the watch to his own son, to Teddy.
When the watch has wormed its way too deep into his psyche, he goes along with Harry, Ginny and their kids to Diagon Alley to pick up school supplies for the upcoming year. As they wander Flourish and Blotts, he sneaks away and heads to Knockturn Alley. There are a few shops he hasn't looked at. Just because one shop doesn't carry Muggle items, it doesn't mean that they all will refuse to carry a Muggle pocket watch charmed to always tell the correct time.
It's been so long that he's forgotten about the weird encounter with the person hiding in the alley, the one that had seemed to know his dad until he hears the voice again as it says, "Back again, are we?"
"Who are you?"
"That doesn't concern you. What concerns you is that you are far too like your parents. You'll end up dead. The world will be better off."
"You don't know anything about it!" Teddy hurries into the alley and sees a robe flutter into a doorway. He chases after it, not considering the possibility of a trap. All he cares about is that this person is maligning his parents, his dad and that enrages him. "Get back here, you coward! Anything you have to say should be said to my face instead of whispered in the shadows!"
"I'll say what I like when and where I like, little Lupin." The man has stopped up ahead, around a corner in the rundown hovel.
"You don't know anything," Teddy spits out and then starts back down the hallway towards the alley and one of the shops.
"I know more than you can possibly imagine. I know about your parents and your birth. I know about your father and Sirius Black. I know Harry Potter and how you came to be his godson. I know your entire family history. It's a shame that you only know the myths and legends of your parents instead of the truth."
"What truth? You tell me just one truth and I'll maybe believe you."
"Your father never loved your mother."
"I'm leaving." Teddy starts for the doorway again.
"He was too in love with Sirius Black to love anyone."
"How do you know that?" Teddy keeps his back towards the man, waiting for his answer.
"Because I knew your father better than your mother ever did."
"How?" Teddy turns and stops suddenly, mouth gaping as he stares at the ghost in front of him. Between the nose and the profile, Teddy would've had to have been dead or, at least, not raised by his family not to recognise the face in front of him. "You're dead."
"Obviously not." Snape rolls his eyes. "You take after your mother in intelligence."
"And you're supposed to be dead."
"Repetitive and tedious, I'd thought you were smarter than that. Obviously I was wrong," Snape says before brandishing his wand. "Obliv - "
"Expelliarmus!" Teddy casts and the wand goes flying from Snape's hand.
"I assume Potter taught you that," he says casually, as if Teddy hadn't got the best of him. Teddy can't help but think that Snape let him disarm him especially with the way that Snape's face sneers all too knowingly.
"He taught me a lot of stuff."
"Just like your father never did."
Remus keeps waiting for Sirius to mention the kiss, the way that they'd kissed until they were breathless and then kissed some more. He wants Sirius to talk about how the only reason they pulled back was because James had come into the flat and yelled for them. He wants Sirius to mention the way that they'd frozen, Sirius's hand up Remus's half-unbuttoned shirt while Remus's hands were cupping Sirius's arse in the unfastened trousers.
After a week of awkwardness, it's James that mentions the way that he'd walked in on Remus doing his shirt back up while Sirius disappears into the bathroom. "Care to tell me what I walked in on?"
"Just a spot of teasing," Sirius responds back without looking at Remus.
"Teasing involve getting undressed now?" James raises an eyebrow. "Didn't know that. I certainly hope you don't plan on that sort of teasing with me, mate."
"Fuck off; it was just a bit of teasing." Sirius looks to Remus. "Right, Moony?"
Remus seizes his courage and then says, "No. It wasn't."
"What?" James stares at Remus while Remus stares at Sirius and Sirius stares back at him.
"It wasn't. We were snogging."
"We were, weren't we? You've a nice pair of lips," Sirius says as a grin spreads over his face.
"Yours aren't so bad, you know," Remus says back, his own grin coming out.
"Right. On that note, I'll just exit now before this becomes any more awkward, shall I?" Remus ignores James as Sirius crosses over to him and then sits on his lap. The door clicks shut just after James's grimace.
"I wouldn't mind another taste." Sirius leans in while Remus opens his mouth and tilts his face for Sirius's lips. This kiss is even better than the first.
"My father died to protect me. It wasn't like he had much choice in the matter of whether or not he taught me anything."
"Your father rushed off without a second thought towards you. He didn't care about you just like he didn't care about anyone but his precious friends."
"That's rubbish and you know it. My dad loved Harry!"
"Of course he did. Potter reminded him of James while you reminded him of his greatest mistake."
"You take that back!" Teddy raises his wand and has a hex on the tip of his tongue before he gets hold of his temper.
"Are you upset because of what I'm saying or is it the truth behind the words?" Snape raises an eyebrow.
"Why are you bothering me?"
"Because I'm supposed to be dead. And perhaps I'm an old man in need of a spot of entertainment. Who better than Lupin's spawn?" It's said simply, as if the answer should've been obvious.
"What does that mean?" Teddy demands as a door bangs somewhere in the distance and the sound of voices interrupt.
"I'll take that back." Snape Summons his wand back wordlessly. Teddy boggles at the occurrence, staring at his empty hand. It's patently obvious that Snape had allowed him to disarm him with that sort of skill. "Your father was a much better opponent. Perhaps you'll take after him in more than looks. I won't hold my breath, however."
Snape turns and, in a flurry of robes, disappears. As much as Teddy wants to follow, he knows that Harry and the rest will be looking for him. He's lost the chance to get to the shop today and so he heads back to Diagon Alley, catching up with the family outside the ice cream parlour.
"Where've you been? We thought we'd lost you," Harry says as he gestures with his ice cream.
"Thought I'd check to see if maybe one of the shops down Knockturn might've had dad's watch."
"Did it?" Harry peers towards the entrance to Knockturn.
"Didn't make it. Thought I saw a ghost." Teddy doesn't want to admit that he'd been talking to Snape. For some reason, the words froze in his throat.
"You ever miss shopping for school supplies?" Harry teases as Hugo and Rose start fighting.
"Can't say that I do. It's been eight years." Teddy laughs and casts one last look down the alleyway.
"We're going to be late, Sirius," Remus calls out as he flips his watch one more time. James and his damnable camera haven't separated since Harry had been born and they don't show a sign of starting anytime soon. The sooner they get to the party, the sooner that James can start snapping photos of people other than Remus and the sooner Remus can concentrate on touching Sirius without the camera dogging his every move.
Sirius walks out and then slings his arm over Remus's shoulders. "A Black is never late. He is on time and the rest are painfully early."
Remus flips open his watch and grins at Sirius's words.
Teddy goes back to the abandoned and worn-down building the next day. And the one after that. And the one right after that. He can't shake the way that Snape had seemed to know more than he'd let on, the way that he'd alluded to relationships with his parents that Teddy isn't aware of.
It's not that Harry and Grandma hadn't told him about his dad and mum. They had so any times that he feels that he has a great grasp on what made his parents tick. It's just that, well, the things that he'd heard about his parents are all glowing things, things that make his parents seem larger than life rather than just human. They're Heroes in these stories, not just people and he wants to know the people.
Snape is never there. On the off chance that Snape might be available via owl post, Teddy writes up a letter:
Professor,
I wanted to talk to you about my parents. Please.
T. Lupin
The response, when it comes, is terse.
Five pm Tuesday. Screaming Banshee in Huddersfield.
Tuesday couldn't come soon enough.
Remus can't stop looking at his watch, over and over, as he waits for Sirius. He's late, beyond late, and with the way that things have been stepping up, he can't help the suspicion that twists in his gut as Sirius doesn't get home.
He's out meeting his cousins.
He's dead somewhere.
He's hurt.
He's run off.
He's… he's… he's just not here right now. That's it. That's all.
On Tuesday, Teddy calls off work and then made his way to Huddersfield. The town doesn't have much of a Wizarding population, just enough to justify a pub in the middle of all the other pubs. He gets there at ten until five and finds a seat in the back corner of the pub, hidden away in the shadows. When the waitress comes by, she flirts with him lightly, just enough to offer him a drink and try to encourage a higher tip. He orders a pint and when she disappears, Snape slides into the bench across from him.
"Brilliant eye for detail. Could you have picked a more obvious spot for this meeting?"
"I thought it fit. Shadows so no one else will see that you aren't dead."
"Shadows to make people think that we are hiding something."
"We are."
"And you want everyone to know this? You've the same brains as your father." Snape's sneer twists across his face and makes Teddy's gut twist, too.
"You haven't shown that you're all that much smarter. The Headmaster Snape shaped window took over a year to fix."
"Is that the best you can do to insult me? Even Potter was better. One would think that with your genes and your godfather's influence, you would be much better equipped with insults."
"Harry named his son after you. I doubt he's interested in insulting you."
"Potter's arrogance knows no bounds. Permission would've been just too hard to seek out, after all. It's rewarding to know that things never change." Snape's sneer twists once more and Teddy barely suppresses the urge to hex him or hit him so that it disappears.
"Albus is an awesome kid who's stuck with a really shitty name."
"Are we here only for you to insult me? If so, the conversation is over." Snape goes to get up but the waitress brings by Teddy's pint of lager.
"What can I get you?"
"Nothing," Snape says shortly.
The waitress looks to Teddy and then says, "Your grandfather off his meds?"
Snape sputters and Teddy switches from the urge to hit him to the urge to laugh. Both will ruin the tenuous thread of their interactions so he doesn't do either. Instead, he just shakes his head and watches as she walks away.
"You do look a bit worse the wear. I think it's the robes, they sort of swallow you."
"Conversation over." Snape stands once more and Teddy stands and grabs his robes.
"Wait. What was my dad to you?"
Remus hasn't looked at the watch in years, not since the night spent pacing as he waited for Sirius to return only to have the rug yanked out from under his feet with the sight of Sirius covered in blood. He hasn't thought of that moment until now for years, years of conscious effort to ignore the betrayal and pain, loss and sorrow that twisted his gut so much that he hadn't been able to eat for over a week. He still can't think of the first moon after the developments and the way that he'd woken completely savaged and Dumbledore's sad eyes staring at him. He refuses to think of that moon but he can't quite help remembering the way he'd paced and flipped the watch open and then paced some more.
He flips the watch open one more time, Snape's orders that he was to drink it at exactly five thirty-seven and not a moment before or after fresh in his ears. The slightly friendly - or at least much less argumentative - relationship between them surprises Remus. He'd never, in a million years, have thought that they wouldn't be at one another's throats while sharing the same building one more time.
Perhaps it's that they're adults but Remus is certain that it's more to do with the way that the fight has gone out of Remus. The memories have taken it all away except for when it comes to protecting Harry from Sirius.
The watch ticks along and Remus refuses to think about that first kiss and the way that Sirius had grinned as Remus discovered the charm. He refuses even if his heart demands that he think about it and wonder why one more time.
"Nothing. He was nothing to me," Snape says as he pulls his sleeve out of Teddy's grasp.
"You're lying." Teddy resists the urge to grab Snape again. Instead, he stays still to see if Snape will stay or if Teddy will have to run after him.
"He was nothing to me just as I was nothing to him."
Remus finds himself pushed against a wall, lips at his throat and his neck. They're the wrong lips, though, wrong lips attached to the wrong body and so he pushes Snape back. "Please don't."
"You don't mean that."
Remus flips open his watch and makes a show of it, peering to see the time. "I've rounds."
"You cocktease. You fucking cocktease, you'll come to regret this." Snape turns on his heel and walks away.
"He was a mongrel in need of being put down. I only regret that I wasn't the one that did it." The words are harsh but Teddy can hear a hint of regret in his voice. When Snape walks away, Teddy lets him.
A month goes past before Snape owls him. The note is just as terse as Snape himself, ordering him back to the Screaming Banshee. When he gets there, Snape is sitting in the same back booth.
"Brilliant eye for detail," he says as he approaches the booth. He can't resist the sarcastic remark.
"It came so highly recommended," is the droll response.
"Why are you talking to me again?"
"Was I ever talking to you to begin with?"
"Point. So why the summons?" Teddy slides in to the booth and looks about for a waitress.
"You want to know about your father?"
"Of course I do. What kid doesn't?"
"Tell me, then, did the Hero tell you all about how your father savaged fellow students while at Hogwarts? Did he tell you about how he didn't want you and ran off at the first opportunity? Did he tell you how your mother followed and they both ended up dead?"
"That's not how it happened." Teddy holds on to his temper. He had wanted to know more but he doesn't care about the lies.
"Your father was, in the end, a coward who ran from familial responsibility the same way that he ran from everything else."
"He didn't. He was protecting Harry and saving the school. Mum died saving him!"
"If your father was such a paragon of virtue, then why isn't he here?"
"I told you, he was protecting the school and Harry."
"Or he saw his opportunity to be impetuous and regain the youth and freedom stolen from him by you."
"He loved me! That's what my grandmother and Harry told me."
"And, of course, they couldn't possibly have their own reasons for believing that."
"Then what's your reason for believing that my father hated me?"
"Because your father hated everyone and anyone that wasn't part of his special little group from school."
When Remus sees Peter's name on the map, he can't help the gasp and the way that his heart skitters and slides into his feet, melting out onto the floor and making him stop breathing with the pain of his own betrayal. Sirius was, is innocent of all the charges that were never brought against him. Seeing him again for the first time since, he's shocked at how Sirius has deteriorated physically but that doesn't stop the way that he rushes over to him and embraces him.
He forgets to check the watch and see the time or else he would've known that the moon was coming. It's his fault that Sirius is almost captured again and that Peter gets away. It's his fault that Sirius is forced into hiding and it's his fault. It's all his fault.
"You're such a liar. I don't know why I bothered to come here."
"Why did you?" Snape cocks an eyebrow and Teddy wants to hit him.
"Because you grew up with my dad! Because I thought maybe you'd know something about him! I thought you'd tell me the truth instead of this bitter tripe. You're how fucking old? Get over school and be an adult! Hell, Albus is more mature than you and he's forty some years younger than you!"
"Your father tried to kill me multiple times, you ungrateful whelp. If you don't want the truth, I don't need to be here." With that, Snape stands and walks towards the back staircase. Teddy can't quite grab hold of his temper and follows him.
"I don't think it has a thing to do with my dad losing control! I think it has something to do with him not wanting you! I think, after all these years, that you still haven't got over getting rejected for Sirius and my mum!" Snape turns on his heel abruptly and shoves Teddy into the wall of the staircase. Teddy shoves back. He ends up pinned against the wall. Snape might be old but Teddy is still shocked by the strength that's in the grip. Shocked enough that he doesn't do a thing to free himself.
Snape thrusts his face close to Teddy's. Too close. Teddy can't help but notice that he's close enough that… that they're kissing before Teddy even knows what the hell is happening. He's kissing Severus Snape and that's just… that's just wrong. The man is as old as his father and he tastes divine, like firewhiskey and rich, spicy and dark chocolate. Teddy angles his mouth so that he can get a bit more of Snape, maneuvering his hands so that he can hold on to the back of Snape's head and attempt to grab control of the kiss.
Snape bangs his head against the wall in response. Teddy submits to the hungry onslaught, the way that Snape's mouth ravages his own, sucking his tongue into that moist heat and then biting down on it. He moans at the sensation, absorbing how it's so much different to kiss Snape than it ever had been to kiss Victoire. It's harder, needier, hotter. Teddy's surprised at how much he enjoys it, how much more he wants of it as his one hand slips down Snape's back and fumbles with the robes to get skin under his hands.
He's being pulled up the steps before he can grab a breath, following Snape as they continue to kiss, hands roaming over faces and clothes. Snape continues to pull him until they're inside a room above the pub. Then they're stripping and Teddy can finally feel Snape under his hands. His skin has loosened in age, not nearly as firm as Teddy's own. Teddy doesn't mind the sensation, though, especially when Snape tweaks a nipple and then pushes him on to the bed, tugging at his trousers and then touching his cock. He's harder than he's been before with Snape over him, touching him and rubbing him.
He loses track of how much time has passed as Snape devours him, kissing him and pushing him wherever he wants Teddy. He's never submitted this much, he's far too used to being the aggressor but when Snape puts his hands on his cock, Teddy gives it a pull. It's so much different than his own, thinner and shorter. He pulls on it, twisting his wrist as he reaches the tip. They're both wanking the other and Teddy doesn't even think about Victoire's hands on him, not when the grip is harder, more knowing.
Thrusting in to that grip, Teddy can't concentrate on anything else but the way that Snape plays his body and he tries to reciprocate but he's lost in the sensation. He'll worry over the lost watch and the lost heritage tomorrow. He'll worry about the way that Snape hates his father and the reasons for it later. He'll worry about all of it later because Snape knows just how to touch him, pinching a nipple or nipping at his ear as he changes his position so that he's completely on top of Teddy and rubbing their cocks together. It doesn't take much more before Teddy comes. It's another few thrusts, a deep needy hard kiss and then Snape comes, too.
Teddy will worry about what this means tomorrow. For now, he's so buzzed that he can't help but fall asleep.
As much as Remus dislikes Grimmauld Place and what it's doing to Sirius, Remus knows that he'll do what he has to to keep Sirius here because they're together. It's enough. It has to be because it's all his fault that Sirius wound up in Azkaban and then trapped here.
As he lays with Sirius in bed - Sirius sprawled over him with legs entwined and arms grasping at him in sleep as if, even then, he's afraid to let go else risk losing everything - Remus looks at his watch and smiles. He blesses the day that his dad gave him that watch.
When Teddy wakes up, it's morning and he's alone. He stands to get dressed and search out Snape when he sees the watch on the dresser. His hands shake as he grasps it and then he opens it. A smile crosses his face as he watches the hands move. Time ticks on and the watch keeps track.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Teddy, Remus/Sirius
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: sexual!Snape, adult characters with crossgen of a major age gap (~40 years)
Wordcount: 5600 words
Summary: A watch, a kiss, a spell, a chance encounter, a hidden voice.
A/N: Many thanks to elanorofcastile for putting up with my flailing as the first file disappeared on me and the beta and djin7 for her beta and AWESOME suggestions. Written for chibitoaster's birthday. Way back at Terminus, I promised her a Snape/Teddy story for her birthday and this is what came of it. I'm not at all certain this is what she was envisioning but... even though the story isn't all that happy, I wish you the happiest of happys, chibitoaster!!! May you have plenty of success, love and happiness in the future! To reiterate, both characters are of adult and legal age of consent within the United States. (Teddy is ~23 and Snape is ~60)
Remus stares at the watch, gobsmacked at what's in his hands. His grandfather's pocket watch. For the first time in his fifteen years, he feels like an adult.
"Just like your father," comes the voice from the shadows. Teddy stops walking and peers into the alley, trying to search out who would be speaking. He's the only one standing around so it's either that there are at least two people in the alley or the owner of the voice is talking to him. He starts to walk past as he makes his way deeper into Knockturn Alley when the voice comes again, "Afraid of confrontation just like your father, too. Go on, little Lupin, walk on by."
Teddy stops and then goes back to the mouth of the alley. As he starts to enter the alley, he hears, "Interested in the father that died instead of raising you? You won't find what you're looking for here. Go back to your safe little house and forget about him like he forgot about you."
Upset at the words, Teddy walks into the alley, brandishing his wand. "You don't know a thing about my father, I'll…" But there's no one there when he gets into the alley.
"That's a right awful watch, Moony old man," Sirius says with a grin as he grabs the watch from Remus.
"Shut it, it's from my dad. Been in the family for generations." Remus tries to get it back but fails miserably. Sirius always was too agile on or off of a broom for Remus. As Sirius dances on and off the beds within the dormitory, Remus chases after him, just a hair too slow to actually retrieve his watch.
"You'll need to do better than that to catch me," Sirius taunts as he holds the watch in the air while he jumps up and down on James's bed.
"Oi! Get your stinky feet off my bed, Black!" James yells as he avoids Sirius's feet and pulls his legs up towards the head of the bed.
"No can do, mate, avoiding Remus necessitates the, oh, nevermind," Sirius says as he barely avoids Remus's hands and leaps over to Peter's bed.
"Arse! You just landed on my Divinations homework!"
"Sorry, blame Remus!" Sirius laughs, great barking gales of laughter as Remus leaps after him. When he jumps off the bed, he misjudges and goes right when he should've gone left. Remus catches him but Sirius still holds the watch just out of reach of Remus's hands.
"Give me my watch, you bloody pillock! It's a family heirloom!"
"It doesn't even run!"
"You have to wind it. It's a Muggle watch." Remus stands on the very tips of his toes, leaning against Sirius as he tries to reach that extra inch or so to get the watch from Sirius's hand. Their chests brush and their mouths are scant inches away from one another. His heart trips a beat as he stares at the lips and then Sirius's face so close to his own. Body reacting to the proximity and the heat and the sudden desire, Remus is torn between retrieving his watch and stepping back before he embarrasses himself further what with the way he's hardening in his trousers.
"Guess that would explain it." Sirius sounds distracted and that's when Remus realises that he's hard, too. They're both hard. Remus steps back and Sirius hands him back his watch. When Peter hits them with a tossed pillow, the awkward moment disappears deep into the recesses of both their minds, only to be brought out when it's dark and they're sure the other is asleep.
Teddy doesn't care for Knockturn Alley. It's dark and dingy and then there are the hags. This really isn't his sort of place but he's heard that there's a possibility that one of the shops here acquired some of his father's things, stolen too many years ago by someone his father had called friend. Sidestepping a hag as she leans against the brick and takes a deep drink of whatever is in the bottle hidden within a bag, he enters Caterwaul and Choppin's shop. It's one of the smaller shops here but considering that his father had never owned anything of real value, it's a good place to start.
The shopkeeper stands behind the counter, polishing something as Teddy enters. He barely receives a nod before the man goes back to staring at whatever's in his hand. Teddy wanders the shop, looking at the trinkets, the fake shrunken heads scattered in between grimy silverware and dusty books. There isn't anything of real worth anywhere around.
"Help you, boy?" The shopkeeper's voice creaks with age.
"I'm looking for a few items."
"We've plenty of items here."
"I'm looking for a watch."
"What sort of watch?"
"Pocket watch. Muggle make but enchanted."
Remus pulls out his watch and notices that, yet again, he'd forgotten to wind the watch. His father would be rolling in his grave if he had a grave. Or if he were dead, which he isn't but that's not the point as far as Remus is concerned. The point is that his father would be appalled at the way that he treats the watch. This is at least the hundredth time he's forgotten to wind the watch. He's sure to be late, now, because he'd been relying on it to get him to work on time.
It's not like work is all that available for him what with that whole werewolf thing. Muttering to himself at his forgetfulness when it comes to winding the watch, he hurries down the pavement until he enters the bookstore where he works.
"You're late."
"I'm sorry, sir, had a problem with my watch. Won't happen again." Remus pats the pocket where he stores the watch and then goes around behind the counter. He means the promise at the time but when the watch winds down again the next day, and then the next and then the day after that, Remus finds himself fired for being late every day. It's a change of pace, at least, from being fired due to being a werewolf. He's not sure that it's a good change of pace but at least it's a change of pace.
"We don't carry Muggle items here," the man says but with the way that he pauses over the word 'Muggle', Teddy can tell that he means 'Mudblood' but had the foresight to not use the word.
"It's enchanted to never need winding. It's an old watch, not very valuable but it has an interesting story."
"No Muggle items." The man's attention goes back to his rag, dismissing Teddy. Sighing, Teddy leaves the shop disappointed. As he walks past the alley where he'd heard the voice, he pauses, just in case. He pretends to check the laces on his shoe and then to straighten his robes but there isn't a voice.
Sighing again, he heads home to his flat and pours himself a glass of whisky. He'd gotten his hopes up, even though Harry had warned him not to, that he'd find the watch straight away. He'd walk into that first shop and there it'd be, shining in the first display case and begging him to take it home to… well, he hadn't got that far in the plan.
He hadn't even really thought of why he wanted the watch so badly. Harry and he had been sitting at Harry's dining table, looking at old photos. When Harry had picked one up of his dad and Sirius, Teddy had noticed the way that Remus flipped the watch open to check the time and then slipped it back in his pocket with a grin on his face.
It's probably the way that Remus's face had lit up just by checking the time that made Teddy want to find the watch. The watch made his dad happy and maybe it might make Teddy feel happier about his own life if he had it.
Remus's heart races as he tears up the flat. He can't believe that he's lost his watch. His grandfather's watch. The watch that had been in his family for so many generations that his dad hadn't known how far back the damn thing went. Oh god oh god oh god oh god, he'd lost it. He'd lost it.
"Looking for something?" Sirius asks as he watches Remus tear up his room.
"My watch, my dad's pocket watch!" Remus debates flipping his mattress off the bed frame to check there but a chuckle from the doorway stops him cold. When he turns around, he sees the way that Sirius is smirking at him. "What have you done?"
Sirius holds out the watch on his open palm. "Just what should've been done years ago."
Remus runs over and snatches it from his hand. "You stole my watch, you arse!"
"I prefer the term 'borrowed' as that's what I did." Sirius is watching him, staring at him with an indiscernible expression on his face. Remus glares at him while he flips open the watch.
The watch that was currently keeping time even though he hadn't wound it in over a week. "You charmed my watch."
"Didn't want you to be late to work again. I know that it's important to - " Sirius can't finish what he'd been about to say because Remus is pressed up against him, mouth on his with his lips parting. Sirius reaches up and holds on to the back of Remus's neck and kisses him back. As far as first kisses go, this one's got the rest beat, hands down.
His other hand grips Remus's waist while Remus clings to his and their mouths open completely, tongues brushing against one another as they shift the angle of their faces, trying to get more, closer, more. It's not enough, not nearly enough for Sirius when he's been waiting for this since he was fifteen.
Teddy tries to ignore the way that the watch still haunts him so much that, even in his dreams, he can see the way that his dad would flip it open and grin. It haunts him so much that his brain has added befores and afters to it. His dad is grinning because Sirius had just told a joke. His dad is grinning because he's remembering his own dad. His dad is grinning because he's thinking about giving the watch to his own son, to Teddy.
When the watch has wormed its way too deep into his psyche, he goes along with Harry, Ginny and their kids to Diagon Alley to pick up school supplies for the upcoming year. As they wander Flourish and Blotts, he sneaks away and heads to Knockturn Alley. There are a few shops he hasn't looked at. Just because one shop doesn't carry Muggle items, it doesn't mean that they all will refuse to carry a Muggle pocket watch charmed to always tell the correct time.
It's been so long that he's forgotten about the weird encounter with the person hiding in the alley, the one that had seemed to know his dad until he hears the voice again as it says, "Back again, are we?"
"Who are you?"
"That doesn't concern you. What concerns you is that you are far too like your parents. You'll end up dead. The world will be better off."
"You don't know anything about it!" Teddy hurries into the alley and sees a robe flutter into a doorway. He chases after it, not considering the possibility of a trap. All he cares about is that this person is maligning his parents, his dad and that enrages him. "Get back here, you coward! Anything you have to say should be said to my face instead of whispered in the shadows!"
"I'll say what I like when and where I like, little Lupin." The man has stopped up ahead, around a corner in the rundown hovel.
"You don't know anything," Teddy spits out and then starts back down the hallway towards the alley and one of the shops.
"I know more than you can possibly imagine. I know about your parents and your birth. I know about your father and Sirius Black. I know Harry Potter and how you came to be his godson. I know your entire family history. It's a shame that you only know the myths and legends of your parents instead of the truth."
"What truth? You tell me just one truth and I'll maybe believe you."
"Your father never loved your mother."
"I'm leaving." Teddy starts for the doorway again.
"He was too in love with Sirius Black to love anyone."
"How do you know that?" Teddy keeps his back towards the man, waiting for his answer.
"Because I knew your father better than your mother ever did."
"How?" Teddy turns and stops suddenly, mouth gaping as he stares at the ghost in front of him. Between the nose and the profile, Teddy would've had to have been dead or, at least, not raised by his family not to recognise the face in front of him. "You're dead."
"Obviously not." Snape rolls his eyes. "You take after your mother in intelligence."
"And you're supposed to be dead."
"Repetitive and tedious, I'd thought you were smarter than that. Obviously I was wrong," Snape says before brandishing his wand. "Obliv - "
"Expelliarmus!" Teddy casts and the wand goes flying from Snape's hand.
"I assume Potter taught you that," he says casually, as if Teddy hadn't got the best of him. Teddy can't help but think that Snape let him disarm him especially with the way that Snape's face sneers all too knowingly.
"He taught me a lot of stuff."
"Just like your father never did."
Remus keeps waiting for Sirius to mention the kiss, the way that they'd kissed until they were breathless and then kissed some more. He wants Sirius to talk about how the only reason they pulled back was because James had come into the flat and yelled for them. He wants Sirius to mention the way that they'd frozen, Sirius's hand up Remus's half-unbuttoned shirt while Remus's hands were cupping Sirius's arse in the unfastened trousers.
After a week of awkwardness, it's James that mentions the way that he'd walked in on Remus doing his shirt back up while Sirius disappears into the bathroom. "Care to tell me what I walked in on?"
"Just a spot of teasing," Sirius responds back without looking at Remus.
"Teasing involve getting undressed now?" James raises an eyebrow. "Didn't know that. I certainly hope you don't plan on that sort of teasing with me, mate."
"Fuck off; it was just a bit of teasing." Sirius looks to Remus. "Right, Moony?"
Remus seizes his courage and then says, "No. It wasn't."
"What?" James stares at Remus while Remus stares at Sirius and Sirius stares back at him.
"It wasn't. We were snogging."
"We were, weren't we? You've a nice pair of lips," Sirius says as a grin spreads over his face.
"Yours aren't so bad, you know," Remus says back, his own grin coming out.
"Right. On that note, I'll just exit now before this becomes any more awkward, shall I?" Remus ignores James as Sirius crosses over to him and then sits on his lap. The door clicks shut just after James's grimace.
"I wouldn't mind another taste." Sirius leans in while Remus opens his mouth and tilts his face for Sirius's lips. This kiss is even better than the first.
"My father died to protect me. It wasn't like he had much choice in the matter of whether or not he taught me anything."
"Your father rushed off without a second thought towards you. He didn't care about you just like he didn't care about anyone but his precious friends."
"That's rubbish and you know it. My dad loved Harry!"
"Of course he did. Potter reminded him of James while you reminded him of his greatest mistake."
"You take that back!" Teddy raises his wand and has a hex on the tip of his tongue before he gets hold of his temper.
"Are you upset because of what I'm saying or is it the truth behind the words?" Snape raises an eyebrow.
"Why are you bothering me?"
"Because I'm supposed to be dead. And perhaps I'm an old man in need of a spot of entertainment. Who better than Lupin's spawn?" It's said simply, as if the answer should've been obvious.
"What does that mean?" Teddy demands as a door bangs somewhere in the distance and the sound of voices interrupt.
"I'll take that back." Snape Summons his wand back wordlessly. Teddy boggles at the occurrence, staring at his empty hand. It's patently obvious that Snape had allowed him to disarm him with that sort of skill. "Your father was a much better opponent. Perhaps you'll take after him in more than looks. I won't hold my breath, however."
Snape turns and, in a flurry of robes, disappears. As much as Teddy wants to follow, he knows that Harry and the rest will be looking for him. He's lost the chance to get to the shop today and so he heads back to Diagon Alley, catching up with the family outside the ice cream parlour.
"Where've you been? We thought we'd lost you," Harry says as he gestures with his ice cream.
"Thought I'd check to see if maybe one of the shops down Knockturn might've had dad's watch."
"Did it?" Harry peers towards the entrance to Knockturn.
"Didn't make it. Thought I saw a ghost." Teddy doesn't want to admit that he'd been talking to Snape. For some reason, the words froze in his throat.
"You ever miss shopping for school supplies?" Harry teases as Hugo and Rose start fighting.
"Can't say that I do. It's been eight years." Teddy laughs and casts one last look down the alleyway.
"We're going to be late, Sirius," Remus calls out as he flips his watch one more time. James and his damnable camera haven't separated since Harry had been born and they don't show a sign of starting anytime soon. The sooner they get to the party, the sooner that James can start snapping photos of people other than Remus and the sooner Remus can concentrate on touching Sirius without the camera dogging his every move.
Sirius walks out and then slings his arm over Remus's shoulders. "A Black is never late. He is on time and the rest are painfully early."
Remus flips open his watch and grins at Sirius's words.
Teddy goes back to the abandoned and worn-down building the next day. And the one after that. And the one right after that. He can't shake the way that Snape had seemed to know more than he'd let on, the way that he'd alluded to relationships with his parents that Teddy isn't aware of.
It's not that Harry and Grandma hadn't told him about his dad and mum. They had so any times that he feels that he has a great grasp on what made his parents tick. It's just that, well, the things that he'd heard about his parents are all glowing things, things that make his parents seem larger than life rather than just human. They're Heroes in these stories, not just people and he wants to know the people.
Snape is never there. On the off chance that Snape might be available via owl post, Teddy writes up a letter:
Professor,
I wanted to talk to you about my parents. Please.
T. Lupin
The response, when it comes, is terse.
Five pm Tuesday. Screaming Banshee in Huddersfield.
Tuesday couldn't come soon enough.
Remus can't stop looking at his watch, over and over, as he waits for Sirius. He's late, beyond late, and with the way that things have been stepping up, he can't help the suspicion that twists in his gut as Sirius doesn't get home.
He's out meeting his cousins.
He's dead somewhere.
He's hurt.
He's run off.
He's… he's… he's just not here right now. That's it. That's all.
On Tuesday, Teddy calls off work and then made his way to Huddersfield. The town doesn't have much of a Wizarding population, just enough to justify a pub in the middle of all the other pubs. He gets there at ten until five and finds a seat in the back corner of the pub, hidden away in the shadows. When the waitress comes by, she flirts with him lightly, just enough to offer him a drink and try to encourage a higher tip. He orders a pint and when she disappears, Snape slides into the bench across from him.
"Brilliant eye for detail. Could you have picked a more obvious spot for this meeting?"
"I thought it fit. Shadows so no one else will see that you aren't dead."
"Shadows to make people think that we are hiding something."
"We are."
"And you want everyone to know this? You've the same brains as your father." Snape's sneer twists across his face and makes Teddy's gut twist, too.
"You haven't shown that you're all that much smarter. The Headmaster Snape shaped window took over a year to fix."
"Is that the best you can do to insult me? Even Potter was better. One would think that with your genes and your godfather's influence, you would be much better equipped with insults."
"Harry named his son after you. I doubt he's interested in insulting you."
"Potter's arrogance knows no bounds. Permission would've been just too hard to seek out, after all. It's rewarding to know that things never change." Snape's sneer twists once more and Teddy barely suppresses the urge to hex him or hit him so that it disappears.
"Albus is an awesome kid who's stuck with a really shitty name."
"Are we here only for you to insult me? If so, the conversation is over." Snape goes to get up but the waitress brings by Teddy's pint of lager.
"What can I get you?"
"Nothing," Snape says shortly.
The waitress looks to Teddy and then says, "Your grandfather off his meds?"
Snape sputters and Teddy switches from the urge to hit him to the urge to laugh. Both will ruin the tenuous thread of their interactions so he doesn't do either. Instead, he just shakes his head and watches as she walks away.
"You do look a bit worse the wear. I think it's the robes, they sort of swallow you."
"Conversation over." Snape stands once more and Teddy stands and grabs his robes.
"Wait. What was my dad to you?"
Remus hasn't looked at the watch in years, not since the night spent pacing as he waited for Sirius to return only to have the rug yanked out from under his feet with the sight of Sirius covered in blood. He hasn't thought of that moment until now for years, years of conscious effort to ignore the betrayal and pain, loss and sorrow that twisted his gut so much that he hadn't been able to eat for over a week. He still can't think of the first moon after the developments and the way that he'd woken completely savaged and Dumbledore's sad eyes staring at him. He refuses to think of that moon but he can't quite help remembering the way he'd paced and flipped the watch open and then paced some more.
He flips the watch open one more time, Snape's orders that he was to drink it at exactly five thirty-seven and not a moment before or after fresh in his ears. The slightly friendly - or at least much less argumentative - relationship between them surprises Remus. He'd never, in a million years, have thought that they wouldn't be at one another's throats while sharing the same building one more time.
Perhaps it's that they're adults but Remus is certain that it's more to do with the way that the fight has gone out of Remus. The memories have taken it all away except for when it comes to protecting Harry from Sirius.
The watch ticks along and Remus refuses to think about that first kiss and the way that Sirius had grinned as Remus discovered the charm. He refuses even if his heart demands that he think about it and wonder why one more time.
"Nothing. He was nothing to me," Snape says as he pulls his sleeve out of Teddy's grasp.
"You're lying." Teddy resists the urge to grab Snape again. Instead, he stays still to see if Snape will stay or if Teddy will have to run after him.
"He was nothing to me just as I was nothing to him."
Remus finds himself pushed against a wall, lips at his throat and his neck. They're the wrong lips, though, wrong lips attached to the wrong body and so he pushes Snape back. "Please don't."
"You don't mean that."
Remus flips open his watch and makes a show of it, peering to see the time. "I've rounds."
"You cocktease. You fucking cocktease, you'll come to regret this." Snape turns on his heel and walks away.
"He was a mongrel in need of being put down. I only regret that I wasn't the one that did it." The words are harsh but Teddy can hear a hint of regret in his voice. When Snape walks away, Teddy lets him.
A month goes past before Snape owls him. The note is just as terse as Snape himself, ordering him back to the Screaming Banshee. When he gets there, Snape is sitting in the same back booth.
"Brilliant eye for detail," he says as he approaches the booth. He can't resist the sarcastic remark.
"It came so highly recommended," is the droll response.
"Why are you talking to me again?"
"Was I ever talking to you to begin with?"
"Point. So why the summons?" Teddy slides in to the booth and looks about for a waitress.
"You want to know about your father?"
"Of course I do. What kid doesn't?"
"Tell me, then, did the Hero tell you all about how your father savaged fellow students while at Hogwarts? Did he tell you about how he didn't want you and ran off at the first opportunity? Did he tell you how your mother followed and they both ended up dead?"
"That's not how it happened." Teddy holds on to his temper. He had wanted to know more but he doesn't care about the lies.
"Your father was, in the end, a coward who ran from familial responsibility the same way that he ran from everything else."
"He didn't. He was protecting Harry and saving the school. Mum died saving him!"
"If your father was such a paragon of virtue, then why isn't he here?"
"I told you, he was protecting the school and Harry."
"Or he saw his opportunity to be impetuous and regain the youth and freedom stolen from him by you."
"He loved me! That's what my grandmother and Harry told me."
"And, of course, they couldn't possibly have their own reasons for believing that."
"Then what's your reason for believing that my father hated me?"
"Because your father hated everyone and anyone that wasn't part of his special little group from school."
When Remus sees Peter's name on the map, he can't help the gasp and the way that his heart skitters and slides into his feet, melting out onto the floor and making him stop breathing with the pain of his own betrayal. Sirius was, is innocent of all the charges that were never brought against him. Seeing him again for the first time since, he's shocked at how Sirius has deteriorated physically but that doesn't stop the way that he rushes over to him and embraces him.
He forgets to check the watch and see the time or else he would've known that the moon was coming. It's his fault that Sirius is almost captured again and that Peter gets away. It's his fault that Sirius is forced into hiding and it's his fault. It's all his fault.
"You're such a liar. I don't know why I bothered to come here."
"Why did you?" Snape cocks an eyebrow and Teddy wants to hit him.
"Because you grew up with my dad! Because I thought maybe you'd know something about him! I thought you'd tell me the truth instead of this bitter tripe. You're how fucking old? Get over school and be an adult! Hell, Albus is more mature than you and he's forty some years younger than you!"
"Your father tried to kill me multiple times, you ungrateful whelp. If you don't want the truth, I don't need to be here." With that, Snape stands and walks towards the back staircase. Teddy can't quite grab hold of his temper and follows him.
"I don't think it has a thing to do with my dad losing control! I think it has something to do with him not wanting you! I think, after all these years, that you still haven't got over getting rejected for Sirius and my mum!" Snape turns on his heel abruptly and shoves Teddy into the wall of the staircase. Teddy shoves back. He ends up pinned against the wall. Snape might be old but Teddy is still shocked by the strength that's in the grip. Shocked enough that he doesn't do a thing to free himself.
Snape thrusts his face close to Teddy's. Too close. Teddy can't help but notice that he's close enough that… that they're kissing before Teddy even knows what the hell is happening. He's kissing Severus Snape and that's just… that's just wrong. The man is as old as his father and he tastes divine, like firewhiskey and rich, spicy and dark chocolate. Teddy angles his mouth so that he can get a bit more of Snape, maneuvering his hands so that he can hold on to the back of Snape's head and attempt to grab control of the kiss.
Snape bangs his head against the wall in response. Teddy submits to the hungry onslaught, the way that Snape's mouth ravages his own, sucking his tongue into that moist heat and then biting down on it. He moans at the sensation, absorbing how it's so much different to kiss Snape than it ever had been to kiss Victoire. It's harder, needier, hotter. Teddy's surprised at how much he enjoys it, how much more he wants of it as his one hand slips down Snape's back and fumbles with the robes to get skin under his hands.
He's being pulled up the steps before he can grab a breath, following Snape as they continue to kiss, hands roaming over faces and clothes. Snape continues to pull him until they're inside a room above the pub. Then they're stripping and Teddy can finally feel Snape under his hands. His skin has loosened in age, not nearly as firm as Teddy's own. Teddy doesn't mind the sensation, though, especially when Snape tweaks a nipple and then pushes him on to the bed, tugging at his trousers and then touching his cock. He's harder than he's been before with Snape over him, touching him and rubbing him.
He loses track of how much time has passed as Snape devours him, kissing him and pushing him wherever he wants Teddy. He's never submitted this much, he's far too used to being the aggressor but when Snape puts his hands on his cock, Teddy gives it a pull. It's so much different than his own, thinner and shorter. He pulls on it, twisting his wrist as he reaches the tip. They're both wanking the other and Teddy doesn't even think about Victoire's hands on him, not when the grip is harder, more knowing.
Thrusting in to that grip, Teddy can't concentrate on anything else but the way that Snape plays his body and he tries to reciprocate but he's lost in the sensation. He'll worry over the lost watch and the lost heritage tomorrow. He'll worry about the way that Snape hates his father and the reasons for it later. He'll worry about all of it later because Snape knows just how to touch him, pinching a nipple or nipping at his ear as he changes his position so that he's completely on top of Teddy and rubbing their cocks together. It doesn't take much more before Teddy comes. It's another few thrusts, a deep needy hard kiss and then Snape comes, too.
Teddy will worry about what this means tomorrow. For now, he's so buzzed that he can't help but fall asleep.
As much as Remus dislikes Grimmauld Place and what it's doing to Sirius, Remus knows that he'll do what he has to to keep Sirius here because they're together. It's enough. It has to be because it's all his fault that Sirius wound up in Azkaban and then trapped here.
As he lays with Sirius in bed - Sirius sprawled over him with legs entwined and arms grasping at him in sleep as if, even then, he's afraid to let go else risk losing everything - Remus looks at his watch and smiles. He blesses the day that his dad gave him that watch.
When Teddy wakes up, it's morning and he's alone. He stands to get dressed and search out Snape when he sees the watch on the dresser. His hands shake as he grasps it and then he opens it. A smile crosses his face as he watches the hands move. Time ticks on and the watch keeps track.
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