Part 1 It had all started on my first trip on the Hogwarts Express. James and I were looking for a compartment to stay in, far away from my irritating older cousins. We had ended up sitting with a pair of scrawny kids, both obviously poor and attached to each other. The girl had red hair and a freckled nose and the boy hid behind his curtain of hair only speaking to his companion. James tried to bait them several times but I got tired of it and wandered off.
I was walking past one compartment when I felt chills down my back. The feeling was so strange. It was like my body reacted on its own, I was pulling the door open before I knew what I was doing. What I saw inside was so normal that I was surprised. A thin pale-faced boy was stretched out across the padded bench with his legs crossed at the ankle with a book on his lap.
We locked eyes for a brief moment. I was completely taken in, hypnotized and mesmerized by his gold eyes. I knew that eye color couldn’t be natural; it was too intense and too …wild.
“Can I help you?”
“Ah, no …sorry.” I closed the compartment door and pressed my back against the door. I gasped for air –I still, to this day, can’t remember holding my breath. I went back to the compartment James was in and walked in on shouting match between James and the kid who I learned later was Snape.
Seeing Remus Lupin for the first time was memorable, but Feeling his hands on me for the first time was unforgettable. It happened one the morning in September.
As the heir to a pureblood dynasty you tend to get used to certain things, one of them being house elves. Before Hogwarts I was catered to at all times by House elves. While Kreacher served mother and Regulus, his much saner, nicer and gentler sister Beaztie acted as my nursemaid. Beaztie elves chose my clothes, cooked my meals, cleaned up after me, combed my hair and did practically everything for me. Because I never needed to take care of myself before I had never bothered to learn how.
It was the Sunday morning and I was near tears in the mirror with my silver comb tangled in my hair. I hadn’t plaited it as Beaztie had cautioned before bed and I woke up with a knotty impossible mess on my head. When the comb had been captured by the snarls of my hair I began pulling and yanking. I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn’t even realize anyone had come into the bathroom until I felt Remus’ hands pull mine away from my head.
Remus bit his lip in what I had thought at the time was concentration as he removed the comb from my tangled hair. We sat on the floor together, Remus behind me exercising his infinite patience as he slowly worked the worst of the knots out with his fingers before wetting the comb and some how managing to disentangle every strand of hair with out yanking pulling or cursing once.
Never before had anyone treated me with such diligence or care.
I think I fell in love with him at that moment.
I thanked him afterward; some thing wasn’t yet used to. The words were coarse and delicate on my tongue. I hated saying thank you, well I did until Remus smiled at me charmingly and shrugged.
After that moment I made it my business to see that smile. Pranks, only worked to make Remus smile on occasion. Most of the time he frowned disapprovingly. Remus' disappointed look was more like a crinkle of his brown and a slight pout. While endearing it made my stomach heavy with guilt and the yearning to do better. To be better so that Remus would smile at me again.
Good grades and clever wit made Remus grin but it wasn’t that same slow satisfied smile that I had gotten that day in the bathroom.
So I persevered, yearning for what I thought of as my smile.
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Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 1/8
Date: 2011-01-15 07:11 pm (UTC)It had all started on my first trip on the Hogwarts Express. James and I were looking for a compartment to stay in, far away from my irritating older cousins. We had ended up sitting with a pair of scrawny kids, both obviously poor and attached to each other. The girl had red hair and a freckled nose and the boy hid behind his curtain of hair only speaking to his companion. James tried to bait them several times but I got tired of it and wandered off.
I was walking past one compartment when I felt chills down my back. The feeling was so strange. It was like my body reacted on its own, I was pulling the door open before I knew what I was doing. What I saw inside was so normal that I was surprised. A thin pale-faced boy was stretched out across the padded bench with his legs crossed at the ankle with a book on his lap.
We locked eyes for a brief moment. I was completely taken in, hypnotized and mesmerized by his gold eyes. I knew that eye color couldn’t be natural; it was too intense and too …wild.
“Can I help you?”
“Ah, no …sorry.” I closed the compartment door and pressed my back against the door. I gasped for air –I still, to this day, can’t remember holding my breath. I went back to the compartment James was in and walked in on shouting match between James and the kid who I learned later was Snape.
Seeing Remus Lupin for the first time was memorable, but Feeling his hands on me for the first time was unforgettable. It happened one the morning in September.
As the heir to a pureblood dynasty you tend to get used to certain things, one of them being house elves. Before Hogwarts I was catered to at all times by House elves. While Kreacher served mother and Regulus, his much saner, nicer and gentler sister Beaztie acted as my nursemaid. Beaztie elves chose my clothes, cooked my meals, cleaned up after me, combed my hair and did practically everything for me. Because I never needed to take care of myself before I had never bothered to learn how.
It was the Sunday morning and I was near tears in the mirror with my silver comb tangled in my hair. I hadn’t plaited it as Beaztie had cautioned before bed and I woke up with a knotty impossible mess on my head. When the comb had been captured by the snarls of my hair I began pulling and yanking. I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn’t even realize anyone had come into the bathroom until I felt Remus’ hands pull mine away from my head.
Remus bit his lip in what I had thought at the time was concentration as he removed the comb from my tangled hair. We sat on the floor together, Remus behind me exercising his infinite patience as he slowly worked the worst of the knots out with his fingers before wetting the comb and some how managing to disentangle every strand of hair with out yanking pulling or cursing once.
Never before had anyone treated me with such diligence or care.
I think I fell in love with him at that moment.
I thanked him afterward; some thing wasn’t yet used to. The words were coarse and delicate on my tongue. I hated saying thank you, well I did until Remus smiled at me charmingly and shrugged.
After that moment I made it my business to see that smile. Pranks, only worked to make Remus smile on occasion. Most of the time he frowned disapprovingly. Remus' disappointed look was more like a crinkle of his brown and a slight pout. While endearing it made my stomach heavy with guilt and the yearning to do better. To be better so that Remus would smile at me again.
Good grades and clever wit made Remus grin but it wasn’t that same slow satisfied smile that I had gotten that day in the bathroom.
So I persevered, yearning for what I thought of as my smile.