It Takes Two – part eleven

Pairings: Remus/Harry, Ron/Hermione

Rated: R version

Warnings: Some naughty foreplay and descriptions, but no real detail

Notes: More different POVs; I hope that's ok.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters; JKR does.


It was possible that Harry had to stay in the hospital wing for more than two days, like Remus thought, but that was just fine; he was used to teaching all the classes. The first day that he walked into the room to teach the first year Gryffindors, most asked about Harry's welfare, and he reassured them that he'd be fine as long as he got his rest.

After class ended, James Savage came up to the front desk, along with his two friends, and asked in a low voice if it was all right if they were to visit him. Remus couldn't think of a reason why they wouldn't be able to, so that evening, after dinner, they went up to the hospital wing to see Harry.

He seemed surprised to see James, William Bentley, and Lauren Danger there, but pleased. Maybe a little embarrassed too, for the attention, but Remus guessed that Harry didn't really mind. James was especially worried about Harry, but Harry kept reassuring him that he'd be fine in a day or two.

A couple times Harry had fallen asleep on them when they visited, but the kids didn't seem to mind. When Harry was awake, James would talk his ear off about everything, even some things Remus was sure James shouldn't be telling Harry.

"And I told Professor Slughorn that my failed potion was the way it was because I was only experimenting, and he bought it!"

"James!" Harry had gasped, half-shocked and half-amused. "You shouldn't be doing things like—what if you get caught? You're sure to get a failed grade."

"But he was OK with it!" James protested.

"Why are you telling me this?" Harry asked. "I'm a teacher too, and I might just tell Slughorn what you told me."

James looked worried for a second, but then he smiled and shook his head. "Nah! You wouldn't do that."

"Why not?" Harry asked, eyes glittering in mirth and what looked to be enjoyment. It was nice to see that on his face again after his 'dilemma'.

"Because!" James huffed, trying to seem righteous. "You care too much for my benefit."

"But if I really cared about your benefit, I would tell Professor Slughorn what you did…"

James's puppy dog eyes came into play then, and he made sure they were on full blast as he stared at Harry. "But, but I might fail or have to do the potion over again."

"Good," said Harry, surprising Remus. "That will teach you a lesson."

"Professor!" James wailed, trying to get out of his predicament. Bentley and Danger laughed. It looked like he'd get no sympathy from his friends on this.

"If you don't wish for me to tell Slughorn, then you're to come with me to the potions room when I'm feeling better and redo your potion, and I'll make sure you do it the correct way this time."

Before James could argue, Malfoy came around the corner, holding some sort of potion.

"Do my ears deceive me? Are you actually condemning a student about their potion-making skills, Potter? I'm impressed."

Harry's cheeks colored slightly and he turned his head away. "Well… it's best if he gets to know how to make it now instead of struggling with it later in a future class."

"We'll be doing the same potions in higher years?" James said, flabbergasted. Bentley's mouth gaped open as well, also shocked.

"You might, you never know," said Harry. He yawned, a signal they all learned when visiting Harry that soon he'll be fast asleep again.

"Here, take this, Potter," said Malfoy. "Before you fall asleep."

It was one of his many energy potions that he needed in order to get back on his feet. With a sigh, knowing he wouldn't get out of taking such a vile-tasting potion, he took the bottle from Draco and drank it in one go. He gagged and thrust the bottle back at Draco.

"Still disgusting no matter how many times I take it."

"Too bad," sniffed Malfoy. "If you want to be back to teaching brats, you're going to have to have the required dosage."

He left, and James, Bentley, and Lauren glared at his back. Harry was trying to, but his eyes were getting too heavy, and before he knew it, he was falling asleep.

"Have a good rest, Professor," said Lauren, who had noticed it first.

"Sleep well, sir," said Bentley.

James took Harry's hand into his and squeezed it. "Get better, ok?"

Remus wanted to lean down and place a kiss on Harry's forehead, but he didn't want to in front of the kids.

"Yeah, get better," he said instead.


"If this keeps up, he'll wind up in a coma… or worse."

Remus paused. He'd been on his way back to his room once James and his friends had been sent back to Gryffindor Tower when he heard Malfoy's voice. He had no clue what Malfoy was doing in an empty classroom, but it sounded as if he were talking with someone about Harry. Curiosity getting the better of him, Remus sidled against the wall next to the door and listened carefully.

"Whatever it is that he keeps doing must take a lot out of him. I know he's gotten himself more involved in making potions for Pomfrey—helping you both—but it shouldn't be taking this much out of him."

That was Hermione! What was she doing talking to Draco Malfoy? Remus held his breath as he continued to listen, focusing on the tones of their voices; they didn't sound like they were arguing at all.

"Teaching can be tough, if you do it to excess, but Potter has been sharing his class time with Lupin, so I don't see how he could be losing this much energy from that either."

"He must be doing something behind everyone's backs," said Hermione. "We need to find out, and fast, before he ends up killing himself."

"I know that you care about him, but I don't have the time to be spying on Potter. I have way too much on my plate, as you already know."

"Yes, I do know that… I don't expect you to spy on him, but if you can find out some other way…"

"Why don't you just ask him yourself? I'm sure Potter would tell you anything."

"Not really," sighed Hermione. She sounded tired. "There have been plenty of times he hadn't told us the complete truth or anything that he thinks we should worry about."

Remus guessed that when Hermione said 'us', she meant her and Ron.

"Well, I don't know what you think I can do, then. If he won't tell you or Weasley, I highly doubt he'll tell me."

"I'm not asking you to be uncharacteristically nice to him and worm it out of him, just use your Slytherin cunning to come up with something."

"My, my, Gran—Madam Weasley, depending on a Slytherin to do your dirty work…"

"Shut it, Malfoy."

"I'm surprised you haven't figured out what to do yourself." Malfoy sounded amused. "I thought you were the brains of the trio."

"I'm smart, yes, but…" she sighed. "There's a reason why I'm a Gryffindor and not a Slytherin, you know… or a Ravenclaw."

"Could've fooled me."

Remus sighed, wondering if he should interrupt them and tell them what he guessed Harry was doing behind their backs, but he stop himself. He really should have that talk with Harry first before doing anything that might make him mad.

Quietly, Remus snuck away from the door and made his way to his room.


The next day, it was time for Remus to teach the seventh years. Quite a few made it into Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts, but there were still mixed classes. Because Remus usually taught the older years, there was no question about Harry before the beginning of class. However, toward the end, Ginny, Luna, and Colin came up to his desk to ask about how he was. It seemed that Ron or Hermione must have told them.

"Is he OK?" Ginny asked.

"He'll be fine," said Remus, carefully packing away his stuff for the day. "Might be another day or two before he is fully recovered and able to teach again."

"What happened to him?" Colin asked. "I heard the strangest rumors."

"What have you heard?" Remus asked.

"Er, well… one rumor is… is that he was making a potion for Madam Pomfrey and it just… exploded."

Remus shook his head. "No, that's not what happened."

The three sighed in relief.

"What happened, then?" Ginny asked.

Remus didn't know if Harry wanted others to really know about how he was found, but he knew too that if he didn't say something, they'd find out some other way. They may even hear another rumor that wasn't true and believe it.

"I found him passed out in the potions lab room, is all. He just overdid it again."

They all frowned. Remus wanted to leave before they asked any more questions. He wanted to talk to Harry first, before they did.

"What was he doing that got him so weak?" said Ginny.

"That, Miss Weasley, is no one's business but Harry's. But don't worry; I'm going to find out myself. It's up to him, however, if he wants to tell anyone."

They finally left him alone, and he was able to go visit Harry again. He was asleep when he arrived.

"I'm afraid he isn't awake to talk right now," said Madam Pomfrey. He knew that; he could see that for himself. He just stayed polite and nodded, sitting in his usual chair by Harry's bedside.

"Did he take his potions at all today?" he asked.

"Yes, early this morning."

Remus just nodded, because he didn't know what to say. Madam Pomfrey fiddled with the covers around Harry, supposedly trying to make Harry more comfortable, but it looked as if she were cocooning him. Harry didn't stir.

When she finally left, Remus took out a book and settled himself in; he was going to wait for Harry to wake up.


The sound of Madam Pomfrey speaking in a low, harsh tone startled him from sleep. Remus wiped at his mouth, embarrassed that he'd been drooling, and picked the book up from the floor; it must have slipped off his lap when he fell asleep.

James was walking quietly around the curtains, and when he saw that Remus was there, awake, he smiled.

"Good morning, Professor."

"Good morning to you too," said Remus groggily. "What time is it?"

"Nine thirty," said James easily. He brought a chair over to sit next to him and stared gloomily at Harry. "Did he wake at all?"

"For a bit yesterday."

They sat there in silence, both gazing longingly at Harry, but for different reasons.

"I hope he gets better soon," said James. "I really need him to help me with my potion."


James looked up at Remus, lips pursed in a grim line. "Yeah. Slughorn found out somehow that I lied."

Remus turned his head away, trying not to laugh. He had a good idea who told, but he didn't want little James to be even more upset.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No, no," said Remus quickly, straightening up his face. "I'm not. Just amused that you actually got caught, is all."

"Not funny, professor."

Remus tried not to smirk. He was about to tell James not to worry when Malfoy came around the corner with another potion.

"He's not awake again yet?" Malfoy sighed. He set the potion down on the bedside table. "He needs to take his potion again, so that he can finally get better and get out of here."

When Malfoy stared at James with hard eyes, Remus's guess of who told Slughorn about James's potion was proven right. Being into potions also, Malfoy must have thought it was best if he told Slughorn about little James's lie to squirm out of a bad grade. Remus didn't want to say anything because he thought what Draco did was right. Strangely enough, he guessed Harry wouldn't be upset about it either, from what he had said the other day.

"Do you want me to try waking him?" Remus asked.

Draco opened his mouth as if about to retort, but then he remembered that James was there, so he closed it.

"No, it's fine," he finally said. "Just make sure he takes that when he wakes up."

He left. James was glaring at Malfoy's back, and when Remus noticed, he patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry about Draco. He's just doing as he's told."

"He was going to say something mean, I just know it."

Remus sighed, rubbing at his eyes with his finger and thumb. "Please, James, just drop it. We need to concentrate on Harry."

James nodded his head vigorously. "You're right, professor. I'm sorry."

Remus patted his shoulder again, and then tried going back to his book. He kept shooting glances at James, who was staring at Harry worriedly. He didn't know quite what to say, so he just read.

Finally, around noon, Harry stirred. James nearly leaped into the air when he noticed.

"Professor?" James said breathlessly. "You awake?"

"I am now," said Harry hoarsely. Remus stood from his spot and helped Harry to sit up better, and then handed him his potion.

"Draco left this for you this morning."

"What time is it?" Harry asked. "What day is it?"

"Saturday, nearly noon," said Remus. "Here, drink up."

Harry pulled a face but did as he was told. When he finished, he looked more awake.

"Feeling better?"

Harry nodded, removing the covers off himself slowly. "Yeah, and I need to pee."

"Make way," chuckled Remus as he moved James out of the way. James looked as if he wanted to hug Harry, but stopped himself. Harry rushed to the loo.

"I'm so glad he's feeling better," said James.

"Me too."

Harry returned, looking more energetic than ever. Remus let out a sigh of relief, and James did too. When Harry got closer, James gave in to his urge and hugged him. Harry laughed and hugged back.


"Very!" said James, looking up at him, eyes shining and smile bright. Harry laughed again.

"OK, I'm up. Let's get some lunch, and then we can plan for your potion."

James colored and looked away, but didn't let go of Harry's waist. "Um…"


Remus smiled, not wanting to get in between them. It was their bonding time.

"Professor Slughorn found out," murmured James.

Harry was surprised for a moment, but then he smirked. "Ah, I see. Well, I guess that means we'll have to get to work sooner than planned."

"Aww, Professor!"

Remus chuckled. It was going to be an amusing day.


Nearly every student was glad to see Harry again. The Slytherins weren't reacting much to Harry's return, but Remus guessed that some were actually glad. For the first few days, Remus joined Harry in every class, making sure he was well enough to teach. Harry had only faltered once, during his first morning class on Monday, but every other time he was fine.

After another kip, Harry had gone into Gryffindor Tower to see his friends and let them know that he was better. Hermione and Ginny had reamed him out for overdoing it, but at the end of their conversations, they were all just happy to see Harry feeling better.

"I heard James stayed by your side for a bit too," said Ron.

Harry blushed. "Yeah, he did."

"He's a great kid."

"Yeah, he is," said Harry, beaming.

Harry visited the library to help James again, and Bentley, because Bentley was struggling with the potion as well.

"For the Boil Cure Potion, do you remember the ingredients?" Harry asked.

They sat in a corner of the library, potion books out and open, and parchments stewed about. Bentley dipped his quill into his inkwell and was ready to take as many notes as possible. Together, James and Bentley were quite a note-taking team. Harry wished he and Ron were liked that in them days, but luckily they had Hermione. It made Harry wonder if their friend Lauren Danger was as smart as Hermione, or if she was just better organized.

"Dried nettles, right?" said James, jotting things down from the book in front of him.

"You should know this from your Potions text," said Harry. "Don't you have it on you?"

"Yeah, of course," said James, reaching down to get it out of his bag.

"Oh, there's crushed snake fangs, too!" said Bentley, writing furiously.

"Yes, there is," smiled Harry.

The three of them worked, and Harry only corrected them whenever they were wrong, which surprisingly wasn't too often. They were actually quite smart when they put their minds to it.

Once they finished taking notes and wrote up their essays, Harry scheduled for them to come down to the potions lab tomorrow night so that they could work on the potion. They said their goodbyes—Harry going up to his private quarters and the boys going to Gryffindor Tower.

When he reached the hallway to his door, he spotted Remus just going into his own quarters.

"Glumbumble," said Remus, and the lion at the entrance leaped aside to let him in.


He turned at the sound of his name, and upon seeing Harry, smiled. "Harry, I'm glad you're looking well still. Care to join me in my quarters?"

"I was hoping you'd say that," grinned Harry.

Remus felt a blush creep up from his collar. Without another word, Harry followed him into his room. He didn't seem tired at all.

The moment he closed the door behind him, Harry was sitting on his bed, legs crossed and hands folded into his lap. He seemed nervous.

Remus sat down gently beside him. "All right?"

Harry nodded, cheeks pink. "Yeah, I'm all right. You?"

"I'm smashing." Remus grinned. Harry grinned back.

"Good," he said.

"So…" Remus began. He licked his lips as he thought about what to say next. "Er, well… ah, I heard that you've been helping James again. With potions, I mean."

"Yeah, I have."

"Good, good."

They sat in silence for a minute.

Remus turned his head toward Harry. "Um, look, I was wondering what…"

He was cut off by Harry's lips. Unable to contain it, a shiver ran up and down his spine. Harry hummed into his mouth, and Remus answered back - his neck, face, ears, and chest felt very, very warm. Harry brought his arms around his neck, resting them gently on Remus's shoulders for a moment, and then encircled them tighter around Remus's neck, burying his hands into Remus's hair.

Remus kindly returned the gesture, gripping and gently pulling at Harry's hair, enjoying the sounds coming from Harry's throat as he did so. Harry moved closer, and when Remus brought his arms down from Harry's shoulders to wrap around his waist, Harry straddled Remus's lap. Remus grasped Harry's lower back as they continued to passionately kiss, Harry's fingers tangled in Remus's light brown hair.

Harry moved his mouth away just enough so he could speak. Remus took that opportunity to catch his breath.

"I want you, Remus," Harry whispered, his breath hot against Remus's lips. "I want to feel your tongue in places no one else dare touch."

Remus's heart beat faster at just the thought of what Harry wanted.

"I sure hope no one else will dare touch you anywhere with their tongue."

Harry laughed, the tension between them relaxing somewhat. Remus still felt nervous, but it wasn't because he didn't know what he was doing; he knew perfectly well what he was doing. It was because he was afraid that if he did anything with Harry now, it would land him back into the hospital. To try relieving some of the tension, he nuzzled into the crook of Harry's neck and kissed it. Harry automatically brought his head up to give him better access.

"Please, Remus… I want you. I want you so bad…"

"Oh, Harry," Remus moaned. "There isn't anything more I would want right now than to lay you down and make you cry out in ecstasy."

"Then do it, Remus," said Harry. "Please."

He wasted no more time and flipped them around, gently lying Harry onto his back. The backs of Harry's thighs lie flush with the tops of Remus's, and Remus pushed forward so that Harry could feel just what he was doing to him. Remus had to look down to see if he was affecting Harry as well, because the length of his cock was pressed between Harry's arse cheeks.

Harry was very aroused. Slowly, Remus started to move, and instinctively, Harry did too. His erection was flat against Remus's stomach.

"If you don't want…"

"Damn it, Remus, shut up already!" Harry cried, feeling needy and wanton. "I want it!"

Being a man that he was, Remus was letting his dick do the thinking, but then he remembered the conversation he'd had with Harry on the bus that one day.

He bent down to Harry's ear and whispered, "Are you sure you don't want to do me instead?"

Just like that, Harry remembered that conversation too, and went still. The grip he had on Remus began to loosen.

"Er, I don't know… I mean, I would like to, but…"

And just like that, Remus knew that Harry wasn't ready yet. That was fine with him, because he doubted that he could last much longer anyway, and he wanted their first time to be good.

"It's fine, Harry, we don't need to do that just yet, if you're not ready. We could do other things…"

"Like what you just promised?" Harry said, eyes glittering.

"Yeah," smiled Remus. "I will gladly do that."

Remus slid down the bed so that his face was right where he needed to be, and he did as he promised. Harry keened and spread his legs wider, enjoying his boyfriend's tongue.