I've been craving some Snupin lately so this happened. It won't be very long, just a few chapters to satisfy my needs and hopefully yours! It is set around Order of the Phoenix and somewhat AU.

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Remus hated walking at night. It was the horrid moonlight and the dreary estates of muggle London that set him on the edge. Every few feet or so something would scurry from beneath the upturned rubbish and the giant black shaggy dog next to him would bark wildly.

"Padfoot, give it a rest!" he snapped, kicking his leg out and missing the dogs behind. Padfoot barked in response and Remus rolled his eyes. "I'm not afraid of the dark. I just don't like…rats."

Padfoot gave him a shrewd look and crossed the quiet street to sniff around a series of white fencing. He dug is nose to the floor, snorting noisily when a weed tickled his nostril. He had persuaded Remus not long ago to take him out at night, promising that he'd stay transformed and that the fresh air would do them both good.

"Don't. even. do it!" Remus warned when he saw the dog cock his back leg against the corner of the fence. "That's someone's house. You can't just pee all over it!"

"Come on," he grumbled, nudging him along with his foot. "You know, you're lucky I bring you out at all after the last time! That cat was minding its own business before you got in the way. Imagine if that were McGonagall on watch or something!"

Padfoot snorted, raising his tail higher and set into a trot through the neighbourhood. He wouldn't dignify Remus' paranoia with a response, certainly not when there was an enjoyable looking pile of freshly raked leaves just ahead.

"Oh Christ, not the leaves," Remus whined, clenching his eyes when he heard the dog land noisily into them. Padfoot was jumping in circles, destroying the once perfect pile and strewing leaves all over the footpath. "Pads…"

The dog froze, tail erect and tongue lolling. He barked at Remus and continued to jump, rolling onto his back and wiggling into the pile. A light flicked on in the porch of the house opposite and an elderly man opened his door, spewing incoherent roars and waving his stick.

"Hooligans!" he yelled, brandishing his cane and banging it against the decking. "Call the police – vandals!"

Padfoot leapt up from the pile of leaves and pulled his front paws onto the man's gate, barking noisily. "Sorry, sir!" Remus cried, elbowing Sirius in the head. Lights switched on in neighbouring homes and he could hear doors opening and voices from windows. "He's just a little… for fuck sake, Sirius – run!"

The two bolted down the street, Sirius leaping joyfully every few feet and Remus swearing he was going to have the bastard neutered first thing in the morning. The commotion behind them subsided eventually, and just when Remus thought they were safe, he barrelled straight into a hard figure, knocking them both to the ground.

Brilliant, just wonderful. He had broken Dumbledore's strict orders, disrupted an entire neighbourhood, probably given that old man heart failure and now he was lying face down on top of some stranger. Padfoot barked loudly alongside him, growling viciously and nudged him with his snout.

"Shut up, Padfoot! I am so sorry," he spluttered, trying to move off the person but had become tangled in his coat. "My dog got off his lead and I had to chase him down. We-I didn't see you coming – stop barking, Padfoot!"

Remus shifted himself away from the person; his knee jerked a little too high and connected with the sensitive spot between the man's legs. The stranger grunted, coughing harshly and rolled away from him.

"Oh shit! I didn't mean – SIRIUS WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR A MINUTE!" he bellowed, pushing himself to his knees.

"Lupin!"

Remus froze, his hand tangled amidst the fur on Sirius' head. Oh fuck. He peered cautiously to the right and his suspicions were confirmed when the pale, dark haired, hook nosed snarky Professor Snape glared back at him. His cheeks were slightly flushed when he pushed himself into a sitting position, and his hand immediately flew between his legs to grasp the pained spot.

"Severus?

"You insolent wolf!" Severus snarled, his face contorted with pain and fury.

"I didn't see you," Remus murmured. His brows knitted with confusion; why was Severus Snape wondering through London in muggle attire? Not that it doesn't suit him, he thought. The charcoal coat and pants actually suited his character much better than the billowing robes he customary wore. "Sirius stop will y-" He cringed; Snape had seen Sirius and would surely tell Dumbledore.

Beside him Padfoot had settled on his haunches eyeing Snape cautiously and deciding the wizard wasn't a threat in his current state. Remus was sure if dogs could smirk that the biggest grin of them all would be plastered across Sirius' face. "Severus…look-"

"Seize your blabbering, Lupin," hissed Severus, pushing himself to a standing position and brushing his coat clean. "Out for an unauthorized walk in the moonlight? Professor Dumbledore wouldn't be happy to hear; particularly after your little jaunt in September when Lucius Malfoy saw you, mutt." Sirius growled, leaning back on his rear. "As usual Lupin, you're too weak to resist the pressure – pathetic!"

Severus turned with a quick sneer and apparated, leaving man and dog staring into thin air. Remus felt a burning shame in his chest; he didn't hate the man, in fact he had grown quite fond of Snape's presence at Order Meetings, and he was more than accustom to his sharp tongue. But the truth hurt and typical of Snape, he spoke the truth – I am weak. I should have stood my ground. I shouldn't have taken Sirius out.

A warm tongue across his palm roused him and he absentmindedly stroked Sirius' head. "Come on, Sirius. Let's go home," he mumbled, ruffling the dogs head.

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