Author's Note: My character description come from my perception of the descriptions I get from the book. They are not based on the movie actors.
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. They are © J.K. Rowling.

From Enemies To Lovers

Even a man who's pure
And says his prayers by night
(He won't hear your prayers)
Man become a wolf
When the wolf bane blooms,
And the autumn moon is bright
(There's a full moon tonight)
Man may become a wolf
-Iced Earth

Remus Lupin, a man of a great curse, passed the floor of his study. His head eyes the wood beneath him as the world of deep thought embraced his mind. His friend was dead, forever. There was no chance of his return. Now he was the last true Marauder standing. Remus' world was crumbling in his very fingers and there was nothing he could do about it. The question was: when was his time to leave the living hell?

Thin, shaking fingers ran through light, brownish-grey, ruffled hair as a drop of wetness soaked into the floor. He sniffed and sunk into his desk chair. Shoulders shaking, Remus sobbed, his pain and longing for his friends overwhelming him. His fist smashed his lap and he cried out in pain through his clenched teeth. He wanted his friends back. He could not take it anymore. It was too much.

A soft knocking sounded in the direction of the front of his house. Wiping his eyes and nose of his sleeve, the pale, slender man stood. He wondered who it could be as he slowly made his way towards the front door.

"Who is it?" he called out as he stood in front of the door. After a few moments a voice responded. One of an old man, a familiar old man.

"Albus, Minerva and Severus," it called in a calm voice. Remus grimaced at the last name spoken in particular. Snape. Of all the men to come during his grief, Severus Snape had to be the last one he cared for.

"What brings you here Headmaster?" he inquired as his opened the door to allow them in. Out of the corner of his eyes, Remus caught a look in Snape's eyes that seemed to hint concern, but as soon as their eyes met, Snape's went impassive and cold.

"We've only come to check up on you, dear boy." Dumbledore put a hand on Remus' shoulder and looked in his eyes over his half moon spectacles.

"Yes," McGonagall began, "we can only image what you are going through. We do mourn over the loss of Sirius Black," Snape grunted, "but you suffer from loss of a friend. The death of a student is a great one. But the death of a friend is even greater." Remus bit his lip, the sobs fighting to escape him. He looked at Snape, his body shaking.

"The git got what he deserved," Snape hissed, earning himself a scowl from McGonagall and a disapproving look from Dumbledore. Remus broke down summarily. Tears streamed down his pale check and his body shook as he sobbed. The Headmaster took him in his gentle embrace and looked around.

"Perhaps we should move into a more comfortable area." Remus nodded at the Headmasters suggestion and led them into the family room. He fell to his knees in the room, his sobs not as bad as they had been. Strong, slender hands slipped underneath his armpits and lifted him up. Remus looked up at the face of Severus Snape. He was so beautiful. Shaking his head, Remus cleared his head. Remus was not heterosexual and he knew that. Quite frankly, he was not ashamed.

"Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster had to go momentarily. Potter trouble they said. Hopefully they will return," he said in his deep, highly arousing voice. Remus leaned his back on the chest of the other wizard and closed his eyes.

"Severus," he breathed as the long haired man set him in the couch. The dark haired man sat himself across from the broken Remus. He quirked a brow and folded his arms across his chest.

"Lupin," he responded with a cold tone. Remus flinched. Standing he stretched and walked over to Severus. The longing Remus felt was great as he rested his hands on the other man's lap. He looked into Severus eyes with his own, pain filled ones. Severus' face twisted in a mix of discomfort and desire.

"Why did he die? What did he do to deserve it?" Remus' eyes filled up with salty tears and his head dropped to Severus' shoulder. Hand twitching, Severus pondered on what he had to do. He picked Remus up and set him in the chair. Now he was squatting in front of him, his arms rested on the lap of Remus.

"Lupin, people die. It's life. Get over it," he muttered and he moved his hand up and down the inside of Remus' thigh. That comment didn't help his feelings, but he was quickly distracted with the rubbing. "Sirius was meant to die. A lot earlier than this, might I add. You should have known there was no way for him to live his life through. That is what I call wishful thinking."

His hand slowly trailed up to his most sensitive area and he began to caress the other man with experienced hands. Remus through his head back and moved his hips forward, the sensation gripping at his soul. He looked down as Snape as the long haired man unbuttoned his pants, releasing his aroused shaft. Smacking Remus' hand away, he continued to rub and feel.

"Severus..." Remus breathed needing to tough himself, badly. He thrust his hips into Severus' touch. Snape removed his hand, stood and picked Remus up in his arms.

"You need a soothing bath. Where is your washroom?" Remus held his finger out in its direction while feeling himself with his other hand. Sever quirked a brow and followed the direction in which Remus was pointing.

After a few twists and turns, Severus found himself in the bathroom. He sat Remus on the toilet and drew out his wand. With a flick, hot water began to run, filling up the bath. He turned to Remus with a seductive smirk on.

"Time to get undressed," he drawled in a way that made Remus moan in pleasure. Before he knew it, Remus found himself kissing Snape, deeply, passionately. He ran his fingers through the other wizard's long, black hair, pulling his face closer kissing him harder. Snape, undressed him slowly, his tongue dancing with Remus'.

"Severus," Remus mumbled against the other's lips. "Severus, the bath." He threw his wand behind his back and stopped the running water, his lips never leaving Remus' own. Remus held his breath as Snape drew his shirt off. The information his body would send to Severus only made him worry. Severus stopped as he felt something expected, yet unexpected. He pulled away from Remus' lips, looking down at the visible ribs of the man.

"You're starving yourself," he hissed, getting up. Remus shook his head.

"No, Severus, I just haven't been able to eat. I'm not hungry lately. I don't know if it's stress or ... the wolf." He stood and walked over to Severus and slipped his arms around his fine waist. The dark haired man looked down at Remus.

"Have you been taking your potion? I thought the wolf was a its worst in winter." Severus gripped Remus' pants and kneeled down, pulling them down with him. Remus stepped out, removing his socks also.

"Yes it is at its worst in winter, but it is really bad in the summer as well." Severus picked him up and set him in the warm water, kneeling beside the tub. He nodded blankly before looking up at Remus.

"I will stay here to monitor your eating ..." Snape grumbled. Remus watched him and leaned over to kiss him. Thin lips met thin lips and they both kissed each other longingly. Moans of pleasure filled the room as the two got lost in each other. Gently pulling away Remus looked into the dark eyes of Severus Snape.

"I would appreciate that. Would you like a separate room?" Remus asked, eyes twinkling. Snape smirked and ran a washcloth lathered with soap across Remus' chest. Leaning in and kissed Remus softly, he muttered,

"We'll just have to see where the night takes us." They looked at each other and kissed one more time. Only Severus did not notice, Remus' eyes went yellow and his body rigid.

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