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Tweak says, "I LOVE YOU"

Back at the Ministry after this scene from: Snapelike’s “The Diary of a DeathEater Whore” about a third of the way down the page. Adrian returns to the Ministry after a bit of afternoon delight.

Roger's eyes narrowed, catching a hint of werewolf on the air. Faint, subtle, but undeniably… mixed with sex. Ministry employees knew to keep out of Head Auror Davies’ way, even when he wasn’t frowning and his eyes weren’t glowing the bright golden yellow characteristic of an angry… or excited… werewolf.

 

He was so not in the mood for this, already late for his briefing with the Senior Aurors. More and more every day, he longed for his days as a mere Squad Leader… on the Night Watch… in the quiet and dark. Here now, in daylight, the sounds were too loud, the lighting too bright, and the sodding smells too aromatic by far!

 

He caught sight of Pucey coming toward him down the same hall. Proud pureblood perfect Pucey. Roger normally stayed far out of his way. He’d never let Pucey know, never give the man that much… over him. And wouldn’t Pucey laugh if he knew? They were too different. Pucey, supporting the pureblood party line since before the war. Davies of mixed heritage, though the Minister had managed to find (or pay someone to find) some old imagined glory in the Davies line. Pucey on top of the world, helping mold Ministry policy as a favor to the Minister; Roger slogging though his own weight in paperwork every other week, just a working stiff.

 

Though a magically powerful and darkly strong working stiff after all these years. Maybe he could risk a smirk Pucey’s way as they passed. It was past time to let schoolboy bygones be bygones.

 

Quicker than thought could become motion, for a mere human, Roger had Pucey pinned to the wall, one hand firmly holding his neck, the other restraining a bicep while straining up to catch the scent at his collar. He was several inches shorter than the man, but there was no doubting who was physically stronger.

 

“That’s Lupin, isn’t it?” Roger growled slowly, purposely letting his warm breath tickle Pucey’s ear, completely oblivious to the Ministry workers gone still in shock, watching. How dare Lupin touch what was…?

 

But no.

 

Roger refused to bow down to the inner wolf, to play the pack games, participate in the pissing contests that all the werewolves of London tried to drag him into. He was human. A wizard. Head Auror for Merlin’s sake.