Sitting alone on his bed, Owain cried. He hadn't done that in a long time, not since he had been free of Voldemort. He felt pretty stupid; after all, Severus was only a man. But a man he loved. He wasn't just crying over Severus though - it was all of the events in that one day that made him cry. And the worst thing was the day still wasn't over!
Owain got up and walked to the window. He smiled slightly as he saw a group of students playing around on the school grounds. He remembered how he used to spend his free time in that very spot, normally with Severus. Not wanting to think about him, he quickly walked over to his desk and sat down, trying to think of something to occupy him. He decided that he couldn't bare sitting at a table with Severus that evening, so he sent a note down to the house-elves asking if they would kindly send his food up to his room. There was a knock at the door and Owain got up to answer it, assuming it to be one of the house-elves with his food. He was wrong.
"May I come in?"
"I suppose."
Owain moved out of the way and then shut the door as Severus walked over to the desk.
"I think it's my turn to explain."
"And why should I let you?"
"Because I need you to."
Owain sat on the edge of his bed and remained silent. Severus got up and went to sit next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Owain I'm sorry. Earlier on I was hurt - I didn't mean what I said. Please - don't ever leave again."
He looked up and saw tears in Severus' eyes, and knew at once he still loved him.
"Never cariad - not until the day I die."
Holding him in a tight embrace, he knew that maybe there was a chance for the two of them. He looked into Severus' eyes and smiled.
"Why are you still crying cariad?"
"I've been a fool."
"We both have."
"No, you did what you had to."
"And so did you. Forget it now - it's over."
He reached up tentatively to brush the tears from the other man's cheeks, inwardly shocked at how hollow they had become. He was rewarded with a brief smile, a momentary twinkle lighting up obsidian eyes. Regaining some confidence, he dropped a playful kiss on Severus' distinguished nose, overjoyed when the smile became a laugh.
"Severus love, the tortured poet look was never meant for you. I've always loved your smile."
A moment of silence passed between them, then suddenly they were kissing, with all the pent-up emotion of a decade apart. Trembling slightly, Owain fumbled with the top button of Snape's robe, a nervous laugh escaping when, in his haste, it broke free of the garment. He could feel Severus' hands sliding under his clothes to rest warm against his back and let a tiny sigh escape as soft lips touched his throat. He had just succeeded in divesting Severus of his robes, exposing a seemingly endless expanse of pale skin, when a knock at the door penetrated the haze in his mind.
"Mr Quirrell, sir, I is bringing you your food."
Swearing under his breath, Owain disentangled himself, rather amused to find his flies were open. Turning back to face Severus, he found the dignified Potion's Master wrapped in a bedsheet, attempting to re-arrange his face into an expression of contrite innocence and failing miserably. As he opened the door, he levelled a sly wink in Severus' direction, delighted to see a faint blush rise in pale cheeks.
"Sorry about that Dobby, I was.....uh, otherwise engaged,"
he told the tiny house-elf in a pleasant voice, taking the precariously balanced tray from shaking green hands.
"Thank you, sir. Dobby must go now, sir, he has to...."
The sentence was cut off by an ear-piercing shriek. The door had swung open more than Owain had intended, revealing both the bed and its' occupant. After a few moments of awkward silence the house-elf composed itself. In a tiny voice, Dobby asked,
"Will Professor Snape be wanting anything?"
Choking back giggles, Owain replied, with a perfectly straight face,
"I don't think so Dobby, you may go now."
He watched the odd little creature scuttle down the corridor, banging his head against the wall every now and again in penance for what it had seen, before firmly closing and locking the door behind him. Walking slowly and deliberately towards the bed, he struggled out of his jumper, throwing it to one side. Leaning over Severus with a predatory smirk that would have shocked his former students, he brushed his lips against the other man's whispering in a low voice,
"So, where were we?"
Owain got up and walked to the window. He smiled slightly as he saw a group of students playing around on the school grounds. He remembered how he used to spend his free time in that very spot, normally with Severus. Not wanting to think about him, he quickly walked over to his desk and sat down, trying to think of something to occupy him. He decided that he couldn't bare sitting at a table with Severus that evening, so he sent a note down to the house-elves asking if they would kindly send his food up to his room. There was a knock at the door and Owain got up to answer it, assuming it to be one of the house-elves with his food. He was wrong.
"May I come in?"
"I suppose."
Owain moved out of the way and then shut the door as Severus walked over to the desk.
"I think it's my turn to explain."
"And why should I let you?"
"Because I need you to."
Owain sat on the edge of his bed and remained silent. Severus got up and went to sit next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Owain I'm sorry. Earlier on I was hurt - I didn't mean what I said. Please - don't ever leave again."
He looked up and saw tears in Severus' eyes, and knew at once he still loved him.
"Never cariad - not until the day I die."
Holding him in a tight embrace, he knew that maybe there was a chance for the two of them. He looked into Severus' eyes and smiled.
"Why are you still crying cariad?"
"I've been a fool."
"We both have."
"No, you did what you had to."
"And so did you. Forget it now - it's over."
He reached up tentatively to brush the tears from the other man's cheeks, inwardly shocked at how hollow they had become. He was rewarded with a brief smile, a momentary twinkle lighting up obsidian eyes. Regaining some confidence, he dropped a playful kiss on Severus' distinguished nose, overjoyed when the smile became a laugh.
"Severus love, the tortured poet look was never meant for you. I've always loved your smile."
A moment of silence passed between them, then suddenly they were kissing, with all the pent-up emotion of a decade apart. Trembling slightly, Owain fumbled with the top button of Snape's robe, a nervous laugh escaping when, in his haste, it broke free of the garment. He could feel Severus' hands sliding under his clothes to rest warm against his back and let a tiny sigh escape as soft lips touched his throat. He had just succeeded in divesting Severus of his robes, exposing a seemingly endless expanse of pale skin, when a knock at the door penetrated the haze in his mind.
"Mr Quirrell, sir, I is bringing you your food."
Swearing under his breath, Owain disentangled himself, rather amused to find his flies were open. Turning back to face Severus, he found the dignified Potion's Master wrapped in a bedsheet, attempting to re-arrange his face into an expression of contrite innocence and failing miserably. As he opened the door, he levelled a sly wink in Severus' direction, delighted to see a faint blush rise in pale cheeks.
"Sorry about that Dobby, I was.....uh, otherwise engaged,"
he told the tiny house-elf in a pleasant voice, taking the precariously balanced tray from shaking green hands.
"Thank you, sir. Dobby must go now, sir, he has to...."
The sentence was cut off by an ear-piercing shriek. The door had swung open more than Owain had intended, revealing both the bed and its' occupant. After a few moments of awkward silence the house-elf composed itself. In a tiny voice, Dobby asked,
"Will Professor Snape be wanting anything?"
Choking back giggles, Owain replied, with a perfectly straight face,
"I don't think so Dobby, you may go now."
He watched the odd little creature scuttle down the corridor, banging his head against the wall every now and again in penance for what it had seen, before firmly closing and locking the door behind him. Walking slowly and deliberately towards the bed, he struggled out of his jumper, throwing it to one side. Leaning over Severus with a predatory smirk that would have shocked his former students, he brushed his lips against the other man's whispering in a low voice,
"So, where were we?"