The room, as always, was the same size and shape that it had always been. That was the way this worked. But instead of, say, a room full of chamber pots...

A room just like the small, cluttered office that he remembered too well. That he wanted to forget, but he knew he never would. He was drawn, and at the same time, terrified. It wasn't his fault... but it was entirely his responsibility, and he knew it.

Books scattered across the desk, half open to articles of interest, marked with bits of parchments with scraps of handwritten statements, such as "how true" and "I do believe the author has missed the majority of research in this particular area of study..."

Draco Malfoy's lips curled in a sly smile. He knew this office too well. Far too well for a Slytherin boy. It was his dirty little secret, to be kept forever and ever. But he couldn't resist.

He stepped closer to the mound of clay sitting upright in the chair. Lifting his wand, he etched the details with a bit of transfiguration: the hirsute hair, the tender, creasing eyes, the thin, warm smile on a very young face. It had to be perfect.

Thin, rangy. Underfed and overtired but in every ounce of its being, love and compassion.

Draco finished his masterpiece and looked into the cold clay eyes of Remus J. Lupin. He took out a scroll from his pocket. Small and white, with details etched into it so finely that it might have been written by a gnat. He opened the clay mouth and stuck it inside.

Slowly, ever so too slowly for Draco's impatient tastes, the clay figure began to come to life... its flesh began to warm and gain hue in the cheeks, the chest began a slight rise and fall. A move of the head. A blink. It looked up at Draco, sitting there, and smiled warmly and invitingly.

Draco sat down hesitantly in its lap. It did not resist, but instead began to run its fingers through his hair, petting him like a little puppy. Then gently, stroking his cheek. It kissed his forehead. It touched his legs so softly. It waited for his next move.

Draco moved around and straddled the doll. He pressed his lips up against the clay, which in truth felt as real as any pair of lips he had ever touched. His tongue pushed against the lips, sliding across the lips. The clay tongue entered his mouth slowly, moving against his own. Slithering like two intertwined snakes.

For a few precious moments, the kissing lasted. The heat of Draco's body rose, and as much as he disliked to sweat outside of sport, this was a delicious and entirely satisfying sheen that began to cover his body. The doll's nimble fingers deftly unbuttoned the top of his robe. It pulled away from the kiss smiling as though it shared a secret, then listed its head to the right and pulled Draco's body forward with its hands. And it began to lick.

Roughly the tongue slid over Draco's pale pink nipples. Teasing, its tip swirled around the edge, it sucked, twirled again and worried it between its teeth so that Draco began to moan loudly. His nipples had always been sensitive. The doll took a good ten minutes with each. Licking, sucking, and on occasion, just blowing on the abused area. Until Draco was a moaning, squirming mess in its arms. He could feel the wet spot of precum in his shorts.

"Oh...unnn.. Remi..." In his fantasies, it was always Remi. And Remi called him Pup... but the doll couldn't talk. It could only act, and only how you told it to. "Please..." He rubbed his crotch up against it and made a little whimpering noise. Remi found it adorable when he did that. The doll began to rub his inner thighs. Draco buried his face in the doll's shaggy hair. It teased him; it brushed its fingers against his cock, watching the boy's face. If Remi was looking for that pained pouting look, the doll would get it in abundance.

The fingers moved swifter, slipping under his waistband and moving his shorts down further until it was cupping his arse. It snuffled his crotch. Draco laughed at the noise and leaned into the doll indulgingly. It hummed against his cock and then straightened up to look at him.

Draco squirmed..."Please, Remi..."

Remi obliged, taking a vial off of the desk and pressing pink goo onto one finger. It rubbed the goo around for a moment and then pushed its hands underneath Draco again. He started, a bit of pain as the finger wiggled its way into his arsehole. It moved in and out, slowly until he was moving with it, dying for Remi to go faster. It refused, only smiled at him as it pressed its forehead against his.

Another finger, stretching him further, making him moan even louder in anticipation for the main even. Another finger. Draco squealed as Remi reached deep inside him, rubbing up against his prostate, but only just. He knew he had to wait. Remi wouldn't spoil a good thing by rushing it, or forgetting important details.

His cheeks were being spread apart, and he could feel that familiar hardness pressing ever closer, coming into him. He wanted it inside of him so badly. He wanted Remi to come inside and be a part of him forever.

Remi pushed inside him, filling him like the waiting vessel he was. It waited for Draco to sigh in contentment at the full feeling inside, and then began to thrust in and out of him slowly. Draco, still on his lap, pushed himself up and down along with Remi's own gyrations. Sweat dribbled off of his temple, his pale blond hair was soaking... he loved this so much.

The doll sped up, pushed in and out faster, showing Remi's aggressive side. The side he kept all to himself, and would only show his little Pup. Only his Pup could bring it out of him. The doll gritted its teeth as though it were growling. Draco cried out in pain and pleasure. Remi was hitting his spot every time, and harder and harder. He almost couldn't stand it.

"Oh, Remi.... eyahh. I.... I... oh..."

He panted and could barely hold on to the doll's shoulders. He rubbed his groin madly against the doll trying to receive the pressure threatening to explode any second. Its hands held him tightly and reassuringly. Remi was so strong. Nothing would happen to him while he was in Remi's arms.

"I love you, Remus!" Draco cried, feeling the hot wetness rush inside him like a geyser. He collapsed onto the doll and felt his seed splatter against it and his own belly. It was sticky, and he knew from his own flexibility, bitter, but for a moment it felt nice to stay in the warm, paternal arms.

He had to get up, though. Draco knew this. The silencing spells he'd set on the room wouldn't last forever. Necessarily, because he didn't want anyone knowing he'd been in there. He reluctantly stood, and looked at his Remi. His personal Remus J. Lupin one more time. It smiled up at him and caressed his face...

And then Remus J. Lupin began to crumple before him. First the eyebrows and then the nose. The doll compacted in on itself and Remi's hand fell away from Draco's face into a pile of dust on the floor.

"I don't know how often I can stand to lose you like this. I suppose... it's rather my own fault."

Draco had seen the look on Remus' face when he returned to the school and all the children had shied from him. He knew how much pain he had caused him. And he knew, that logically, wanting to destroy someone because you were in love with them, could not be a healthy thing.

"It's <I>your</I> fault. " He whispered to himself or to the dust before him.

But he had spread the rumor anyway. He's a werewolf. He's a freak. Draco's father had told him stories as far back as he could remember about how horrid werewolves could be. Draco knelt down and touched the dust fondly. He would never be able to touch him. Not after what he'd done, certainly. But he knew, even if Remus could forgive him, he most likely couldn't get over his fear. And if he could, well... half human might as well be all animal. He couldn't. He <I>never</I> could.

So here he was, being fucked by a doll in the Room of Requirement long after lights out. Wishing the fantasy were his reality, and knowing that if it were, it would be too much for him to bear.

Draco took the small scroll and tucked it away into his pocket. He whisked his wand over his lower half, cleaning the semen off quickly. He looked back at the room. Remus' office. Where he had made everyone, Slytherin and Gryffindor alike, welcome.

<I>Here you're </I>mine<I>. Here this is real. And I don't have to share.</I>

The dust on the floor. The messy desk and rows of cages behind. A desolate shrine to a romance that existed only in Draco's mind. The room that the Founders had anticipated, for when there was a need, and no viable means of attaining it. Draco fumbled the buttons of his robe back together, replaying the scene in his mind. It would have to do for now. Until he felt the need again.

And he would always. Because nothing of heaven and earth could compete with the fantasy that this room provided him. And here, unlike the real world, he could always have his Remi. And he would always be the wolf's Pup.

And here.

He would never be afraid.