Playing Cupid
It was a cold day in the middle of winter and Severus Snape was sitting in his dungeon-quarters daydreaming.
The door to his office opened and he saw her robes moving across the room, as if in slow motion. She stopped right in front of him and he looked up into her eyes, thinking that the room had suddenly gotten much warmer than it should have been. "Severus…" she said smoothly, "Severus…"
"Severus!" he heard a different voice this time, "Are you even listening?"
"Yes, yes of course I am. Carry on, Remus," he replied dryly. All he had been talking about all day was Tonks and he was bored of it to say the least.
"She was at the meeting the other day- did you see her?" Remus asked with a new sparkle in his worn eyes.
"No, Remus. I don't tend to watch her every move like you do, but I'm sure you're going to tell me all about it," he replied, sighing and opening the bottle of firewhisky on his desk and pouring himself another glass.
"Her hair was that really bright shade of pink, you know the one I mean?" Remus asked, his tired eyes shining brightly in the dark room.
Severus just sighed and nodded. He was passed the stage of actually answering Remus by now. He was going to keep talking about her anyway, whether he liked it or not.
"I never used to like pink but now I think it's a nice colour. It really suits her!" Remus exclaimed, beaming.
Severus downed his glass of firewhisky in one mouthful. He just wanted Remus to leave him alone and stop talking about Tonks for once so that he could go back to fantasizing about the woman of his dreams but as Remus burst into another description of something Tonks had done, Severus realised there was little chance of him being allowed to fantasize that night.
He had never really been particularly interested in love but there was one woman who had caught his attention recently and he couldn't help thinking about her only too often lately. However, he didn't think that it was right to talk about the person he was in love with all the time. He felt rather annoyed that Remus didn't take the same view.
"Do you know if she's going to be at the next meeting?" Remus asked, interrupting Severus' thoughts for the hundredth time that evening.
"I don't know and to be quite honest, Remus, I don't give a damn!" Severus snapped back at him, slamming his glass down on the table and giving Remus the harshest glare he could manage.
Remus just laughed and said "Someone's in a bad mood tonight!"
Severus scowled "I think you would be too if you had to listen to someone talk about how much they were in love with someone for the whole evening, non-stop."
Remus' face went pale "I don't love Tonks if that's what you think…" he said, looking slightly worried about something.
Severus just smirked at having revealed the werewolf's secret. He poured himself another glass of firewhisky and then said "If you don't love her, Remus, why do you do nothing but stare at her during every single meeting and talk about her constantly when you're not with her?"
Remus began to blush slightly and Severus just smirked and drank some of his firewhisky, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Remus' crush could become very interesting if he could make sarcastic comments about it at every single Order meeting and it would certainly help to get revenge for the times he had picked on him at school.