"One man who's finished school and another who's nearly done with his sixth year at a top wizarding school, and they still can't manage a decent Silencing charm between them," Harry muttered to himself as he thudded his head on his Potions book.
He was lying on the floor, next to the fireplace, of what was now solely Draco's suite of rooms. Harry had moved back into Severus's rooms, right after the investigations were dismissed, disrupting his lover's life once again, and hopefully this time his presence would be a permanent disruption.
The move was splendid for Draco as well, since it gave him more room for his ever-expanding wardrobe. Harry knew that he would never want for another item of clothing in his life. All he had to do was go into his shop-a-holic friend's never-ending wardrobe and take what he wanted.
The reason that Harry was in Draco's living-room was that the two of them were supposed to be doing their revising while keeping each other company, doling out some gossip about some of the other students and griping about Ron's overall pratiness.
Of course, 'supposed to be' were the key words. All of that flew out the window faster than Hedwig with a postal mission when Fred arrived by Floo powder. Now the two were in Draco's bedroom, with visions of Draco thrusting into Fred dancing through Harry's head.
Harry knew that was exactly what was happening. Draco had admitted the other day to Harry that he still couldn't think about being on bottom yet, if ever, but Fred didn't mind at all. Draco felt a little guilty that he couldn't give Fred that trust, but Harry assured him that when he was truly ready, it would happen.
Harry sighed and gathered his books, because if he had to hear one more, 'Oh, yes, Draco, just like that," he was going to scream like a banshee.
Harry walked back into his rooms and closed the door. He growled when he could still hear Fred's howls and Draco's shouts. He went into his bedroom and shut the door. He threw up an effective Silencing charm around the room and sighed with relief as the blessed silence permeated throughout the room.
He plopped onto the bed and spread his work out before him, hoping that he would now get at least a little peace and quiet. He really needed to finish his essay; he didn't want to think of what Severus would say if he hadn't finished it by this afternoon. It was the one downfall of having a lover that was also your professor. You never got away with doing your revising at the last minute.
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Severus walked into the bedroom, stripping off his robe and grumbling to himself. A third-year Hufflepuff had managed to spew his obviously incorrect potion over half the classroom, dousing many of the students. Luckily for all of the victims, the potion was harmless, just messy.
Severus stopped in front of the bed and smiled at the sleeping man lying there. Harry was resting with his head on his Potions book and he was snoring slightly. Severus walked around the bed and placed a kiss on Harry's forehead. Then he went into the shower to wash the grime off his body.
When he got out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the bedroom. Harry was still asleep, but he had shifted so that he was now lying on his back.
Severus used his little free time to his advantage. He threw the towel he had been using to dry his hair onto the floor and carefully climbed onto the bed, so that he wouldn't wake up Harry.
He straddled his lover and leant over, kissing him gently on his scar. He placed little kisses along Harry's forehead, down his nose and his lips before going lower and feasting upon his lover's exposed neck.
Harry moaned in his sleep and his hands automatically slid up and around Severus's neck. Harry blinked blearily and smiled when he saw the top of his lover's head. "What are you doing here this time of day, love? I thought you would be out scaring students out of the little wits you've left them."
Severus leant back and snorted. "One of the idiots I was teaching decided that it would be fun to blow up his cauldron and cover half the class in muck. Luckily for those of us covered, it was harmless…slimy, but harmless. I dismissed the class early so that those of us doused could clean up…which means that I have to go oversee a detention tonight."
Harry chuckled. "I take it that the idiot from Hufflepuff will be cleaning the classroom tonight."
Severus smirked. "Of course. Do you think I'm going to clean that mess up? He made it, and he can clean it. Perhaps you would care to join me while I work on the Wolfsbane…that is, if you finish your essay," Severus added, glaring from Harry to the parchment on the bed.
"I was working on it, but I fell asleep," Harry whined as he wrapped his legs around Severus's body.
"I thought that you were revising with Draco," Severus murmured, nuzzling Harry's neck.
Harry tried to focus. "I was, but Draco's sex life got in my way. Fred came over, and they got just a little vocal."
Severus pulled back so that he was sitting on his knees and reached for the button on Harry's trousers. "How about we get a little vocal, while we have the chance?" Severus suggested.
Harry sat up and slipped his shirt off. "I'd like that very much," he said huskily, reaching for the towel that stood between him and his lover's arousal.
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Harry finished his essay before dinner, once Severus had left him alone, so he ended up in the Potions classroom with Severus, reading and taking notes on werewolf physiology while Severus worked on the Wolfsbane potion.
The boy that had blown up his cauldron was scrubbing the half of the room opposite of Harry and Severus. Three of his friends had come with him, hoping that their professor would allow them to help. Severus wasn't going to allow it, but one look at Harry's sultry look that said 'the sooner they're gone, the sooner you can fuck me through the desk' and he changed his mind. After three hours, they were over three-quarters done.
"Professor," Harry said, careful not to use his lover's name in front of other students, "Why is it that werewolves can't have children? I mean, their physiology isn't much different from what ours is, from what I've seen." Harry had been spending a great deal of his free time studying the differences between regular humans and those affected with true lycanthropy. He was hoping that any research he could compile would help Severus find a cure for Remus's condition.
Severus frowned as he slowly added the aconite to the potion. He had finally come up with an experimental version of the Wolfsbane potion. It was very close to the original, but if it worked like he thought it would, the transformation would be significantly easier. Not painless, but not extremely painful either.
Severus had Harry to thank for that. If it weren't for him and his gift, Severus would probably never have found it. It also helped to have the new cauldron. The ingredients didn't react at all with the cauldron, and even Remus had seen the difference between the two. It wasn't nearly as wretched to the taste buds, much to Remus's relief. It had never occurred to Severus that the potion's taste might have been in direct correlation to the substances that made up the cauldron.
Severus finished stirring the potion and lowered the flame until the potion was just simmering. This full moon, which was only three days away, would be the first time that they tried the experimental Wolfsbane potion. Severus was almost certain that the side effects would be minimal, the same as for the other potion, but he was going to stay and witness the transformation just to be certain. Harry and Draco would be there as well, and since all were Animagi, there wouldn't be a problem, if the potion didn't quite work the way it was supposed to. Severus was certain that it would.
Severus turned to face Harry. "This inability is a myth, as far as I can tell. I've seen records of werewolves that were pregnant, mostly in those that sided with Voldemort. It is the Wolfsbane potion that renders Remus infertile. To be more accurate, it is the aconite within the potion that is harmful to the fertility of werewolves. Though most of the poison is withdrawn from the potion, there is a minute amount left, and it is enough to affect the reproduction of werewolves. Any werewolf that even lives near aconite plants, or handles them in any way can be affected."
Harry thought for a moment. "So you're saying that if you were to find a way to pull the aconite out of the potion, then Remus could-"
"Conceive a child, yes. In fact, he could carry a child to term himself, a fact that I see you haven't got to yet. You haven't studied the reproductive tendencies of the werewolf yet, have you?"
Harry shook his head. "No, not fully. Why can he carry a child? He's a boy?"
"He's also a magical creature. But he can only conceive while in wolf form. Let's say that Sirius and Remus happen to," Severus lowered his voice so that he was certain the other students couldn't hear, "have intercourse while Remus was in his form. He could become pregnant, and carry the child to term, despite changing back and forth from wolf to man to wolf."
Harry smiled. "That is so wicked! I wonder what Remus would look like pregnant," Harry mused. "Wizards can't get pregnant, can they?"
Severus shook his head. "No, not usually. There are a few cases where they have, but if you look down their bloodlines you'll find several magical creatures in their ancestral lineage. But those cases are few and far between. Even Albus hasn't seen a case such as this in his long life span."
Harry snickered. "If we can find a cure, maybe we can remedy that," Harry said.
Severus glared at Harry. "And force me to teach Sirius Black's children? I'd sooner die."
Harry stuck his tongue out at Severus and looked back down at his book. Now that he knew what Remus could do if cured, he was that much more eager to continue his research.
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Later that night, a content Severus and a sore but happy Harry fell into bed and entwined. Severus had finished his potion not long after their conversation and they spent rest of the time talking about werewolf physiology…at least until the students were finished and eager to leave.
"I'm so glad that they finally finished scrubbing that mess," Harry replied as he nuzzled Severus's chest. "I'm even more glad that you got to fuck me into that desk of yours."
Severus chuckled sleepily. "So am I, though I don't think that my desk will ever be the same. Every time I look at that thing, I imagine you bending over, arse ready to be rammed into…"
Harry smiled and then yawned. "I like it that you think of me. 'M tired…. Can we go to sleep now?" When he received no answer he looked up. "Sev?" Harry smiled at his sleeping lover, gave him a light kiss, and went to sleep.
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When Harry woke up the next morning, he was alone in bed. He could hear the shower running and Severus humming while he bathed.
Harry got up out of bed and grabbed a cup of coffee, which was already on the table. He sat down and drank his coffee, but he couldn't get rid of the frown that had etched itself on his face.
He didn't know what it was, but he had the distinct feeling that something was off somewhere. It wasn't a vision or a premonition… He just had the oddest feeling that something was not quite right somewhere. He shook off the weird feeling and smiled at his lover as he emerged from the bathroom.
"Hi, sexy," Harry murmured, appreciating his lover's body, even if it was covered in the blue, silk dressing gown that Harry bought him for Christmas. When Severus walked by, Harry reached out and pulled Severus toward him. He slid the sleeve up and kissed the Mark on Severus's arm and smiled up at him. "Did you sleep well?"
Severus rolled his eyes and sat down in the seat next to Harry. "You know I did, after that little dalliance of ours in the Potions classroom. Why don't you go and have a shower? I don't like the look you're giving me."
Harry tried to look innocent, but failed miserably. "What look is that, Severus?"
Severus snorted and poured himself another cup of coffee. "You know which look I'm referring to. The one that looks as if you wish to swallow me whole…now quit it, and go have a shower. You'll be late."
"Late to what? It's Saturday, in case you've forgotten."
Severus glared. "No, I haven't forgotten, but it is a Hogsmeade weekend, and I thought that you were going with Draco to see what was new in the Weasleys' blasted store. If you bring any of those new gadgets back, however…"
Harry held up his hand. "Say no more, Severus. I promise that I won't bring a single thing home that will cause you to pop a vessel. Now I had better get going. I didn't realise that it was this late. I fear you exhausted me last night," Harry said lightly, leering at his lover's exposed prick.
Severus looked down and quickly shifted his dressing gown, covering his erection. He glared and pointed. "Shower…NOW!"
"Yes, sir!" Harry said, giving Severus a mock salute.
"Idiot," Severus muttered fondly as he got up and went in search of the day's attire.
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Harry walked into the Great Hall and sat in his usual seat. He didn't even bother to look toward Severus's seat. Severus never came down to the Great Hall on the morning of a Hogsmeade weekend anymore. He used this quiet time to study his Egyptian books, ever searching for long-forgotten potions that could make a difference to the world, particularly to a particular werewolf that his lover was so fond of.
Severus, over the past few months, had tried almost all the potions that were translated by Bill's colleagues, and he found several to be faulty. He figured that they hadn't translated with enough care, considering that even in ancient times, potion making was an exact science. There was no margin for errors in this magical art.
Harry glanced over and smiled at Sirius and Remus before turning his attention to Draco. "Are we still going to the WWW today?"
Draco shook his head. "No. Fred and George had to go to Japan on business. They'll be gone for a week. That's why Fred came over yesterday."
"Mm…and I thought that it was to get some Draco love," Harry teased.
"That, too," Draco replied smugly.
"I know. I could hear the two of you, even through my own bedroom door. I have two words for you: Silencing charm. Learn how to use them."
Draco snorted. "Sorry about that," he replied, not in the least bit sorry. "We just got carried away."
Harry laughed. "You might want to put the spell up first, before you get carried away."
"I'll consider it. Post's here," Draco said as the first owls swept through the windows.
Harry picked up the Daily Prophet and choked when he saw the headline on the front page:
FUDGE DIES IN SLEEP: ARTHUR WEASLEY NAMED INTERIM MINISTER FOR MAGIC
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered as he scanned the accompanying article.
Draco looked over and saw that Sirius and Remus were staring at the paper with surprise. "What is it?" he asked curiously.
Harry handed him the paper. "Fudge died. Arthur Weasley is Minister now," Harry replied sombrely.
"That's not good." Draco read the beginning of the article quickly:
Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic of Great Britain died last night from a heart attack. Fudge, 92, had a history of heart problems. He was found by his wife, Miranda, when she retired for the night.
Minister Fudge was taken immediately to St. Mungos, but the mediwizards were unable to resuscitate him. He was pronounced dead at 11:45 p.m.
The Ministry called an emergency meeting at midnight last night to discuss the interim Minister, in an effort to keep any uproar or chaos throughout Great Britain's wizarding world to a minimum. Arthur Weasley was unanimously selected as interim Minister. Arthur Weasley was unavailable for comment.
The Ministry announced that nominations for the new Minister would be announced in six to eight weeks.
Draco looked up at Harry and frowned. "Do you think that Arthur Weasley would try to-?"
Harry shrugged. "I honestly don't know, but there's only one way that we're going to find out." Harry stood up. "I'm going to go and see Dumbledore. Do you want to go and inform Severus about the new Minister?"
Draco nodded. "Sure, I'll go. Do you want him to come up to Dumbledore's office?"
Harry shook his head. "I'll come down there after I talk to him, and then we'll go to Hogsmeade."
"We don't want to go."
Harry shook his head. "I want to. We need some supplies, and I'm not going to let that man dictate my life."
Draco smiled and winked, and he left for the dungeons while Harry went to see Sirius and Remus. "Hi," he said. "Have you seen the article?"
Sirius nodded and chuckled dryly. "Yes, I did. How are you doing, honey?"
"Fine. I'm going to see Professor Dumbledore now. Maybe he can find out if Mr Weasley is going to leave me alone or not."
Remus smiled reassuringly. "I'm sure that things will be fine."
"I hope so. I'll see you two in Hogsmeade." Sirius and Remus were the teachers designated to watch the students this weekend. Severus had convinced them to take his turn by saying that he needed to work on potions.
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"Professor Dumbledore, can I talk to you for a moment?" Harry asked as he ran up to the Headmaster. He had caught Albus, as he was about to say the password to his office.
"Of course, my child," Albus replied. "Chocolate Frog." Albus stepped into the stairwell and Harry quickly followed him inside.
Albus took his seat behind his desk and smiled at Harry. "I take it that you saw the Daily Prophet."
Harry nodded. "Sir, do you think that Mr Weasley will try and reopen the investigation?"
Albus sighed. "I honestly don't know. I was wondering the same thing. I believe that a visit to the new Minister is in order. I'll go this morning." Albus smiled warmly at Harry. "Don't worry, Harry. I'm sure that he'll see reason."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said. "I don't mean to be a burden."
Albus laughed. "My boy, you are nothing of the sort. This issue should have never come to light in the first place. I'll not have anyone upsetting one of my professors, and certainly not one of my students."
Harry nodded. "I'll just go down and tell Severus then."
Albus smiled. "Off you go, and don't fret. Go and enjoy your day with Draco. I'll let you know the outcome of my meeting this afternoon."
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Severus looked up and smiled at Harry as he walked through the door. "I heard that we have a new Minister for Magic. How thrilling."
"Temporarily, at least. Albus is going to see him, to see if he's going to try and cause trouble for us."
Severus snorted as he poured over his books and parchments. "It wouldn't surprise me if he did; however, I think that even he will be a vast improvement on Fudge."
"I can't say that I disagree with you about that." Harry turned to Draco. "Are you ready to go, Draco?"
"You're not going to wait for Dumbledore?" Draco inquired.
Harry shook his head. "The Headmaster said that he'd inform us this afternoon and told me not to worry, so I won't. I want to go. It'll be fun." Harry leant over toward Severus and puckered his lips.
Severus slowly looked over to his right and laughed silently. "You look like an idiot," he managed to say.
Harry said nothing, but he leant over and puckered his lips even more, his body shaking with laughter.
Severus made a face and kissed Harry's mouth quickly. Harry beamed at Severus and said, "I'll see you in a while, love. Can we buy you anything?"
"As a matter of fact, you can," Severus said, handing Harry a list and a bag full of galleons. I was going to go buy these myself, but since you offered…get whatever you can."
"I think that I can do that for you," Harry said, pocketing the money and list. "Bye, love."
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Albus Apparated to the Ministry building and headed toward the Minister's office. The secretary was nowhere to be seen, so Albus walked into the office. He didn't bother to knock.
Albus found Arthur Weasley sitting behind the desk, poring over files. Albus walked closer to the desk and read the name on the file: "Harry Potter."
Arthur Weasley nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Albus speak. "Albus! I didn't hear you come in," he said, quite obviously flustered.
"I came to see if you were going to be bothersome to Harry," Albus replied, staring pointedly at the files on Arthur's desk. "Apparently I was right to think so."
"Albus, this…molestation just isn't right," Arthur insisted, "and as Minister for Magic, it is my duty to make sure that crimes are punished!"
"Yes it is, Arthur, but only if a crime is being committed. There is no crime here. Harry is of legal age. He consents to this relationship, and his new father, Sirius Black, approves. There's nothing you can do, except anger Harry."
"Then maybe this is a law that needs rethinking," Arthur stated.
"You know that the wizarding world would never go for it."
"I just don't think it's right," Arthur said through gritted teeth.
Albus sighed. "Arthur, it doesn't matter what you think. Harry doesn't care what your opinion is. He loves Severus. Do yourself a favour and forget about this."
"And if I don't?"
"Then I'll leave you here to deal with Harry. If you decide to continue this investigation and you harm Severus in any way, if Harry feels threatened in any way, I wouldn't want to be you." Albus smiled. "You know what Harry did to Voldemort. As I said to Fudge, do you really want that power aimed at you?"
Albus reached over and closed Harry's file. "Put it away and leave Harry alone. You and I both know that you have no right to interfere. Leave it, my friend."
Arthur sat back and sighed. "Do you promise that you'll make sure that Harry is not abused by that man?"
Albus smiled warmly at his friend and fellow member of the Order. "Severus has never abused him, but I promise only that Harry will not come to harm. You and I both know that relationships are uncertain things, but Severus would never intentionally hurt Harry."
"All right, I'll leave it alone, but I'll be watching closely," Arthur warned.
"Just so long as you remember that you're dealing with a boy that has more power than even I do. He just hasn't realised it yet." Arthur nodded and Albus stood up. "Good day, Arthur, and good luck with your new position."
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Harry and Draco strolled down the dungeon hallway, laughing and discussion the day. They'd had a wonderful time in Hogsmeade.
They'd stocked up on their own supplies, managed to get the owner of the Apothecary to allow them to purchase all the items on Severus's list, even the ones that weren't supposed to be sold to students, and they'd had lunch in the Three Broomsticks. They'd even talked Rosmerta into supplying them with a large amount of bottled butterbeer to take to Hogwarts.
The only thing that had marred the day for the two was seeing Ron's proud, smug face as he strutted around Hogsmeade, as if he were now the most important person in the world. But Draco sweetly reminded him that his father's position was only temporary, thus deflating much of Ron's happiness. After that, all was right with their world and they had a wonderful day.
"Hi, Uncle Severus. Hi, Headmaster," Draco said as they walked into Severus's lab.
Severus and Albus were sitting by the fireplace. Harry smiled when he saw the empty plates on the table between the two older wizards. It seemed that Albus had insisted that Severus eat something, which pleased Harry. Severus tended to forget to eat when he became enthralled with one of his projects.
"Hello, boys," Albus greeted. "Have a seat and we'll have a little chat, shall we?"
Harry and Draco placed their parcels on the table and pulled two stools over to the professors.
"Well, Harry, you'll be happy to know that Arthur will not be pursuing the investigation. He had been thinking about it, but I made him realise that there was nothing that he could do. He'll be leaving you alone."
Harry nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. "That's great…one less thing to worry about. Professor, can I ask you a favour, if it's not too much trouble?"
Albus smiled warmly at his student. "Of course you can. Ask away and I'll do what I can."
"Well, we were in Hogsmeade and we ran into Ron. He was strutting around like a male peacock looking for his mate. You might want to keep an eye on him, or have someone do it; otherwise, he's going to get a swelled head."
"Why do you care?" Draco asked. "I thought you'd still be furious with the git. Why help?"
Harry smirked. "I'm not helping, and I'm still as angry with him as I was when he aired my personal life for the entire world to comment upon. I'm just making my life easier. Can you imagine living with that in the same school? I mean, you're bad enough without adding to it," Harry teased his friend, nudging him in the ribs playfully.
"I'm not going to grace that statement with a rebuttal," Draco replied. He turned to his uncle. "So, did you have a productive day, Uncle Sev?"
"As a matter of fact, I did. I figured out where one of the translators went wrong and I brewed the potion correctly," he announced proudly.
"Brilliant! What is the potion for?" Harry asked, knowing all too well that this subject was one that Severus had no qualms talking about. His personal life, his past, on the other hand…
"Actually, it is a forgotten potion that the Egyptians used for pregnant women. It's a potion that cures morning sickness. According to the parchments, it also worked well for nausea related to influenza. I'm sending this batch to St. Mungos, along with an explanation of the potion, so I can see if it indeed works. As I have no access to the pregnant or ill, it's a bit hard for me to test it myself."
Harry eyed Severus, already knowing the answer to the question he was about to ask. "Did you drink it yourself?" He knew that Severus wouldn't send a potion anywhere without knowing the side effects.
"Yes, I did, but before you give me a ten-minute lecture, I did test it in Madam Pomfrey's presence, should something unforeseen occur. Let me also remind you that I have been doing this since before you were born." "You don't need to remind me. I just want you to be careful," Harry insisted.
"I am always careful, now if the three of you will leave, I have work to do."
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Harry and Remus put away the parchments and books that they had been using to plan the wedding while Sirius and Draco sat on the couch arguing about what colour robes Sirius would look better in.
A knock on the door interrupted them long enough for Sirius to say, "Harry, go let your little friend inside."
"Don't let him hear you say that, and there is nothing little about him," Harry retorted, quickly heading for the door. "Hi, love."
"Hello, Harry. I take it Remus is ready to try this new potion?"
Remus sighed and nodded. He desperately wanted this new potion to help, but he wouldn't hope too much. He'd lived with this affliction for so long and he'd had so many disappointments that he didn't dare hope too much.
Severus smiled at the werewolf. "Just trust me, Remus. I wouldn't have changed it if I weren't certain that there would be a significant improvement. The very worst that would happen is that it doesn't work as well as we'd hoped, but I know that there will be an improvement, and we'll be on the right track."
Remus nodded and took the potion that was offered to him. Remus grimaced only slightly. "This doesn't taste nearly as bad as the others."
Severus nodded. "I used a small amount of sugar in it, unrefined sugar. Natural sugar, it seems, was often used in Egyptian potions to help with the taste, but the fact that sugar doesn't harm potions such as this seems to have been lost throughout the years. I swear, those people really should have learned to write down more accurate notes."
Remus smiled and laughed. "Not everyone can be as exacting and talented as you, Severus. I guess all we have to do is wait."
Severus looked at the Muggle wristwatch that Harry bought him for Christmas. "The moon will rise in about forty-five minutes. Until then, I suggest you relax. How about a game of wizards chess while we wait?" Severus asked.
Touched that Severus would ask, Remus smiled. "Sure, I'd like that."
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An hour later, four men and an extremely happy werewolf exited the front doors of the castle. The potion had been a success, and now everyone was going out to keep Moony company.