A/N: All recognizable people, places, and things belong to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter two
Snape's New Roommate
Great Hall…
Snape ignored the astonished looks shot his way as he swept down the corridors and headed for the Great Hall. Well, they weren't really looking at him.
"RrrrroOOWW!" Little One bellowed at every passing student. Snape had an arm wrapped around her costume clad middle.
This morning he had tried to convince Little One that being naked was a far better state than the atrocious lion costume she was bouncing around in. When that didn't work, he had tried to lock the horrible lion costume in his bedroom dresser drawer, but that only resulted in a tantrum the likes of which he had never before seen.
His foot still smarted from where Little One had threw a large potted plant at it.
She really was Potter's daughter, Snape grumbled as Little One delighted in all the attention she was getting from the passing students.
"She so cute!" A third year hufflepuff exclaimed earning her a glare from Snape.
Walking at a far more brisk pace, Snape spied the doors to the Great Hall.
"Do you think Snape kidnapped her?" This whispered comment came from a group of Ravenclaws.
Snape whole back stiffened. Ignore them all, Severus! Snape thought to himself, they are just lowly worms unworthy of your attention.
Fuming, Snape strode through the Great Hall towards the staff table. Remus stood when as Snape approached his customary chair, the dashing werewolf's face stretched in a perfect grin when he saw what Snape was holding.
"How is she dressed like that, Severus?" Flitwick squeaked, confusion on his pointy little face. Indeed, confusion and awe was on the faces of the entire staff.
"Haven't a clue, Flitwick," Snape handed Little One over to Remus before taking his seat. Making Remus the second person to hold the little bundle of cloth and thin air. He grabbed his coffee cup, watching as it magically filled with his favorite dark roast before breathing in the wonderful aroma.
Lupin looked into the little angels eyes and felt his heart swell in his chest. She looked back at him with big green eyes and in that moment they truly connected.
"RrrrroOOWW!" The green-eyed beauty wrapped her arms around Remus's neck. "RrrrroOOWW!"
Remus knew right then and there that he would die for her.
Ignoring all the oohs and aahs Little One was receiving from the entire faculty as they gathered round a silent Lupin, Snape slowly sipped the delicious brew, feeling the dark liquid work its way into his veins.
Wonderful, Severus signed, cradling his cup in both hands. Just what he needed after such a trying morning.
"Oh my gods, what are you drinking!" McGonagall shrieked right in Severus's ear. Snape jumped, burning his hand in the process.
"Coffee, Minerva," Snape spat at the interfering cow, rubbing a napkin on his wounded hand. "They brew it from beans, in case you're wonderin—"
"You can't drink coffee! You're pregnant!" This was so very shrill and loud that every head in the school turned to look at Snape and his coffee cup.
"What! You are utterly mistaken if you think—" Snape was cut off by the very sparkly and purple Professor Dumbledore.
"I'm afraid Minerva is quite right, Severus," Albus took the coffee cup from Snape with a wave of his wand. "You don't want to stunt the baby's growth."
This rendered Snape speechless, for about two minutes, before pure rage blinded him and he stomped out of the Great Hall in an attempt to keep himself out of Azkaban.
Leaving a small fluffy lion-girl in the arms of Professor Lupin.
Slytherin Table…
Draco couldn't care less about the goings on over at the Professor's Table, he had something far more pressing on his mind. His devious plan was almost ready to put into action. The specialty potion he purchased from Knockturn Alley would surely do the trick. And his brand-spanking new camera would seal the deal, so to speak.
Now all he had to do was wait and watch. He needed all of his sorely test patience to keep from storming over to the Gryffindor table and just dragging Hermione off like some demented barbarian.
Gryffindor Table…
Hermione Granger couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Looking up from her plate she glanced around and couldn't find anyone looking her way. Maybe it's just an overactive imagination, Hermione thought.
Harry shifted in his seat across from her, he seemed to want to run over to where his daughter was bouncing on Professor Lupin's knee. Finally, she couldn't take his soulful expression anymore and jumped up from her seat.
"Come on, Harry," Hermione ordered, "I'm going to get a closer look at that daughter of yours." And with that she started towards the Professors Table.
Stunned for a second, Harry quickly jumped and strode over to his daughter. Now why didn't I think of that, He wondered as Hermione looked over her shoulder and winked at him.
"Here Harry," Lupin said as he handed the little lion-girl to her daddy. Harry held her at arms length and just looked at her. She was so beautiful. A precious gift, more than he could have ever hoped for. Harry brought her to his chest and gently hugged his daughter, a strange feeling flooding his very soul.
This was the reason he had fought to make the world a better place, this was the reason why. Why him, why his parents… Their sacrifices hadn't been in vain. It was all for her.
Harry felt tears burn in his eyes as his little angel laid her head against his chest and rubbed her little eyes.
It was all for her.
And then he was holding nothing more than an empty lion suit. "What the hell," Harry looked up in shock at Remus, who was just as shocked.
"Where's Severus," Remus bellowed, worry on his broad handsome face.
Once again, the infirmary…
Snape stared stonily ahead of him, anger radiating from every inch of his body, as Madam Pomphrey did test after completely unnecessary test on him. Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Professor Dumbledore crowded around him, annoying the Potion's Professor to no end.
"She's just asleep." Snape gritted through clenched teeth.
"Better safe than sorry," Madam Pomphrey muttered as she continued to do every test in the book.
"She disappeared and you've been drinking coffee," Harry said accusingly, "You could have stunted her development. Or given her brain damage!"
"Coffee doesn't cause brain damage, you dolt," Snape roared at the dark haired brat. "She is simply asleep! That's how astral projection works, when she is done with it, she just disappears."
"You can't know that for sure!" Harry was angry at Snape for not taking this more seriously. "She's completely dependent on you for her well-being—"
"I know that, Potter," Snape thrashed about dramatically on the hospital bed. "That's why I'm consenting to all this nonsense."
"The babe is perfectly healthy," Madam Pomphrey announced. "But you should really stop drinking caffeinated brews while pregnant, Severus. They really aren't conducive to your child's health."
Snape growled at her and jumped off the hospital bed. "That is nonsense, utter nonsense!" He whipped his cloak around his thin shoulders.
"Professor, you need to take this more seriously," Harry started up again, but Snape was in no mood to really listen.
"I've had enough of this lollygagging," Snape announced, "I'm going back to the dungeons!" He strode past a thoughtful looking Albus on his way out of the infirmary. Albus looked from Snape's retreating back to Lupin's worried expression and came up the most wonderful idea.
"Perfect," Albus whispered to nobody in particular, "They will be so happy together!" He turned to go to his office. "Hmm, I wonder why I didn't think of this before."
Later that night…
Prefect's meeting…
All the prefects sat around a table as the Heads passed out the revised prefect schedules for the upcoming week. (It was Friday.)
Hermione sat next to Ron and Draco. She glanced at the blond from under her eyelashes. He was such a handsome devil. Ever since the fall of Voldemort, Draco has been coolly polite and even friendly towards her. Whenever they have rounds together, he treats her like he doesn't care that she is a muggleborn anymore.
Maybe people really do grow up and mature, Hermione mused. Glancing over at her red-haired boyfriend, she really hoped that was true because Ron was starting to get on her very last nerve with his immaturity.
"Well, that's all we have for now," The Head Girl announced, "Does anyone else have anything they would like to share with the group." She looked around and was about to call the meeting to a close when Ron stuck his big paw up.
"I have something," Ron announced, standing. "With quidditch season coming up and all, I'd rather not have so many late night rounds. I have twice as many as everyone else."
Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing; Ron knew she had arranged it so that they would patrol the halls together most nights. He never said anything about not wanting to be with her. This quidditch nonsense was new to her!
"Okay…" The Head Boy stood up and gestured for Ron to take his seat, "Will anyone like to volunteer to take over Ron's duties for, let's see," He scratched something down on the Prefect's Schedule.
"Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights," the Head Boy looked up expectantly.
"I will," a cool voice next to Hermione's ear said. Surprised, she looked over to see that it had been Draco. "I'll take over all four of Weasley's shifts. I don't mind." The Head Boy nodded at the tall blond and scribbled on the Prefect's Schedule.
Ooh that Ronald Weasley, Hermione fumed, he was going to get a piece of her mind!
As if he could read her mind, Ron sheepishly refused to meet her eye and quickly resolved to get out of the line of fire. Wait till she cools down to allow her to confront him, he thought, maybe later tonight, in front of witnesses.
"O-okay, with that taken care of,' the Head Girl looked from Ron to Hermione with an amused grin on her face, "this Prefect meeting is adjourned."
With the speed approximating that of light, Ron ran for the classroom door, damn near leaping over a small Hufflepuff prefect in his haste to escape Hermione's wrath.
In the hallway…
After the Prefect's meeting…
Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. That Ronald Weasley was going to get a piece of her mind when she got her hands on him. Oooh, he will be sorry. So very sorry indeed!
"Hermione, a moment," the soft sensual voice of the heir to the Malfoy millions caused goose-bumps to appear on the back of Hermione's very sensitive neck.
Turning around, Hermione looked up into the stormy grey eyes of her once enemy, now comrade. Draco Malfoy was the tallest boy in her class, slim and lethal like a knife, silent and sharp he stood behind her.
"Yes, Draco?" Hermione completely missed the pleasure that shot across Draco's solemn face at the sound of his name on her lips. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it.
Draco looked down at her for what seemed like an unusually long amount of time to Hermione. Before he quickly said:
"Where do you want to meet tonight for rounds?"
"Oh," Hermione looked up at him, a little relieved. She thought for a second he was going to revel something dramatic. "Outside my common room at 8:00, okay?"
He nodded, a particular look upon his handsome face. "8:00 is fine." And with that he turned and walked away.
Oh well, Hermione thought, maybe Draco ate something that didn't agree with him and headed for the Gryffindor common room with a determined look in her intelligent eyes. Ron was going to be crying for his mommy, by the time she was through with him.
Down the hallway…
Five minutes later…
Draco stood, breathing heavy, with his back to the wall.
What exactly is wrong with me, he wondered, his face twisted in rage. What in the hell is wrong with me! I was standing right in front of her. And I couldn't remember my own damn name!!!
Couldn't think a single thought. Express a single emotion! Draco clenched his fists in frustration. All the cunning words, the expert manipulations gone. Poof, like magic!
Grinning like a maniac, Draco began to slam his head against the wall:
What (slam) the (slam) hell (slam) is wrong with me! With a soft cry of anguish, Draco slipped to the cold hard floor. He couldn't see how anything was going to work out in his favor. Especially now that his ability to talk to his curly-haired sweetheart had flown out the window.
At that very moment…
The Headmaster's Office…
Professor Lupin, Harry Potter, Professor McGonagall, and Madam Pomphrey where all wondering why they had been asked to meet here in the Headmaster's office. Professor Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen.
"Does anyone know what this is all about," Remus asked from where he lounged on a purple and teal sofa. Harry sat on the other end with an equally clueless look on his face.
"Haven't a clue, deary," Madam Pomphrey strokes Fawkes bright red feathers and smiled at the friendly phoenix. "I'm sure Albus has a good reason for wanting us all here."
Just then the door to the office swung open and revealed Professor Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic, Arthur Weasley, along with Percy Weasley, Mr. Weasley's assistant.
"Well, I'm sure you're all wondering what this is all about." Professor Dumbledore sat behind his big desk and conjured up two more chairs for Minister Weasley and Percy. "I think I speak for everyone here when I say I'm worried about Severus and the baby. Severus needs someone to help look after him and assure us of his wellbeing. Then we would all sleep easier and have far more peace of mind."
"Oh, he would never agree to this invasion of his privacy," Albus continued. "So I've enlisted the help of the Minister, here, to gently coerce him into agreeing."
"And who would be the one looking after him, Albus?" Remus asked eagerly, thinking that there must be some way of convincing Albus into letting that person be him.
"Well, Harry's the other parent, and normally this duty would fall to him," Arthur Weasley answered, leaning forward in his chair, "But that's not all that practical in this situation."
"How about Harry chooses the person to be the care giver to Professor Snape," Percy added, scribbling endlessly on a pad of paper on his lap. "He is the other parent and has an overwhelming concern for the baby's wellbeing."
"Lilly," Harry interrupted, "Her name is Lilly."
"Lilly's wellbeing," Percy corrected, scribbling some more.
Seeing this as his best chance at getting close to the object of his never-ending desire, Remus coughed and turned to Harry.
"I'd like to volunteer," Remus looked Harry right in the eye, leaving the boy with no doubt that he meant it. "I'll watch out for you're daughter's wellbeing and Professor Snape's as well."
"Well that could work," Mr. Weasley nodded his head, "That would work just fine."
"I agree," Professor Albus agreed, grinning to himself, oh it's so easy to predict what these darling, darling youngsters were going to do. "Now I bet you are doing here, Professor McGonagall, and you Madam Pomphrey. We'll need your help in order to gently coerce Severus' compliance in this."
"Oh, I'd be delighted to help," McGonagall grinned evilly, "you bet!" She couldn't wait to see Snape's thin, pale face when the old bat heard about this. Maybe they'd let her be the one to break the news to him. Oooh that would be so sweet!
"And Professor Snape will be so much better off with someone looking out for his health and wellbeing," Madame Pomphrey grinned at Remus. "And we couldn't ask for a better candidate for the job."
"Now all we need to do is fill these forms,"Albus indicated with his hand. "These for Harry, to show he fears for his daughter's wellbeing."
Harry snatched these up and quickly signed his name to them. He'd finally be able to concentrate on his school work and quidditch without the fear for his child hanging over his head.
"Professor McGonagall," Mr. Weasley handed her a form, "Please fill this out, stating how much coffee Professor Snape consumed in your presence."
"And Madam Pomphrey if you could fill these out," Percy handed the plump medi-witch the form. "State how much care you think that Professor Snape will need from Professor Lupin. Include Professor Snape's mental condition, physical condition, eating habits, if you know them, and anything else you think is relevant to this situation."
All that could be heard in the colorful office was the scratching of pens, until…
"Well now that that's all in order," Mr. Weasley said after everyone finished filling out their respected forms. "I'll have Percy file these, post haste."
"I can have them filed and processed in about an hour," Percy Weasley was a damn fine assistant.
"Good, good," Albus walked them all to the door, "Remus, you'll need to pack you belongings and then we will all sit Professor Snape down and break the good news to him."
Gryffindor…
Harry's dorm…
Harry couldn't help but whistle as he got ready to take a shower. No longer will he need to worry about precious little Lilly-Bug. Remus will protect her.
Grabbing a towel, Harry danced a little jig all the way to the showers. Flicking his wand, his favorite shower began to rain down in the empty shower stall.
Feeling that he was completely alone, he stripped naked and hopped under the hot steamy cascade of water.
Continuing to whistle a merry tune, the lean and muscular sixteen-year-old lathered up and danced around.
Unbeknownst to him, Ron was also in the boy's bathroom. Naked and silent, he sat on a bench in the farther corner of the room with a clear and enticing view of Harry's beautiful tight ass.
Ron let his hungry eyes roam Harry's small agile frame. God, how he wanted him.
But it could never be, Ron rubbed a hand over his face. Harry didn't think of him like that. And Ron would do anything to keep Harry's friendship.
These unwanted feelings must remain a secret! And with that Ron silently exited the bathroom.
An hour later…
In the Sanctuary…
Professor Severus Snape leaned back in his chair, feeling the satisfaction that came with a job well done. He had graded every last potion essay that had been turned in to him, and in good time. He was quite pleased. Today was not a waste after all.
Feeling his stomach lurch, Snape realized he had forgotten to eat dinner, so wrapped up in slashing bright red marks all over students' incompetent essays. Oh, well, Snape thought, a quick sandwich and then off to bed with him. Hmmm, maybe a ham and tomato sandwich.
Getting up and leaving the comfort of his office, Snape sleepily rubbed his right side. His energy levels had been depleting faster than normal. He wasn't really sure if it was just the pregnancy that was doing it. Snape had some ideas about Little One's ability to astrially project and where she may be coming up with the magic required to pull it off. Namely his bank of magic.
Trudging tiredly down the portrait lined hall, Snape arrived at his destination, incredibly more hungrily than when he left his office mere moments ago. Twinkle, his favorite and personal house elf, was fast asleep in front of the fire. Her old, wrinkly face in a little smile, like she was dreaming something quite pleasant, and in her long, boney fingers she held a needle and a pair of socks. Oh how cute, Severus thought with a rare, soft grin. Twinkle had fallen asleep darning socks.
Snape smiled down at his friend, he would not wake the old house elf. She had taken care of him since he was a baby. And she could do very little wrong in his eyes. Crossing over to the icebox, Snape peered inside.
Hmm, tomatoes, he thought, squeezing a particularly plum red one in his long slender hand. Maybe, I'll just have the tomato. Severus was an insanely picky eater. Almost a vegetarian, really.
Knock, knock, knock! Snape jerked his head out of the icebox, red tomato juice dripping down his chin. Oh, what now!
"Master Snape!" An old creaky voice exclaimed. "Are you hungry, Twinkle will fix you a sandwich! You don't need to eat just a cold tomato!" Twinkle stood up on old shaky legs, obviously still very tired, which pissed Snape off even more at whoever was banging on the door. They were going to wish they had waited till morning, when he was through with them!
"Maybe in a little while, Twinkle," Snape growled slamming the icebox door closed. "I seem to have uninvited guests!"
Twinkle blinked at him sleepily, she knew her master growled and grumbled around a lot, but was really very sweet.
Snape slammed his tomato down on the lovely marble counter top and stomped his way out of the kitchen and towards the front door just as another round of robust knocking rang out.
"I'm coming, blast it all!" Snape wiped his face on his sleeve, his stomach twisting in his gut from the force of his hunger. "This had better be life or death!" Snape waved his wand at his front door and unleashed the specialized magic locks that he had installed after receiving one to many uninvited guests.
Throwing open the door, Snape immediately wished he did not. There on his threshold stood Professor Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Minister Weasley, and that stuck up little know-it-all, Percy Weasley. His thin hand tighten on the door frame, what little manners he had forcing him not to slam the door in their faces.
"Albus, to what do I owe the pleasure," Snape grumbled blocking the way into his quarters with his body, leaving the unwanted persons outside in the dimly lit corridor.
"Severus, my dear boy, can we come inside," Albus had that infernal twinkle in his eye. The one that can only mean trouble. "We have a pressing issue we need to discuss with you."
"One that will be best taken care off inside, and not in this hallway, Professor Snape," Percy Weasley perked up, his chest puffed out with his self-importance, making Snape want to hex off his bullocks.
"Fine, fine," Snape grumbled, sensing the need to get this over with as quickly as possible. "Come in."
Snape turned his back on them and without another word, headed towards his office, unwanted buggers aren't worming their way into my super relaxing, totally awesome den, Snape thought rubbing his aching belly. The delicious taste of that red, ripe tomato lingering in his mouth. He really needed to eat soon.
Storming into his office, he seated himself behind his desk and motioned for the unwanted disturbers-of-his-much-sought-after-peace to set down on the wing-backed chairs in front of his desk.
"Well, what is this about." Snape set his jaw and squared his thin shoulders.
"I'm sorry to have to do this, Severus," Albus didn't look sorry. "But we've been worried about you well-being and the welfare of your unborn child. You just don't take very good care of yourself, so we've appointed you a care-giver."
Snape fell back in his chair, he was utterly speechless. Then anger flooded through his every cell. "Well you are greatly," He snarled. "Greatly mistaken if you think I'm going to let some half-wit run my life! I want you out! Out of my office—"
Suddenly, as if a switch had been pulled in the old man's being, Headmaster Dumbledore stood to his full height, power radiating from his every muscle in his (all of a sudden) quite formidable frame.
"Now you listen to me, Severus," Albus pointed his wand at the now stunned Potion's Professor. "You will consent to this care-giver and you will cooperate with Madam Pomphrey and you will stop scaring the very life out of me. Or you will not like the consequences." Albus had sparks flying out of his eyes.
Everyone in the room looked at the Headmaster, speechless and a little afraid; Albus really wasn't a wizard to cross. Ever!
"Alright," Snape was trembling, truly cowed in his chair, "I'm sorry. I consent, I consent to the care-giver." Snape's lower lip trembled. He always thought of Albus as a father figure and Albus's anger made his chest hurt.
Remus looked at the suddenly less snarky potion's professor and felt a rush of protectiveness flood him. He could feel the were-wolf in him wanting to rend Professor Dumbledore into little pieces. Albus didn't need to be so hard on Severus! It really was an invasion of the pale, thin man's privacy and Professor Snape was a very private person.
"Okay, now that that's all settled," Mr. Weasley drawled out, very glad that Albus had put his wand away and had sat down in a huff of purple. "Remus Lupin will be moving in with you post haste, Professor Snape. He will be responsible for your medical care from now until the birth of your daughter."
"Lupin!" Snape shot up from his chair, his earlier fear completely forgotten. "You must be kidding me!" Of course, it had to be that infernal were-wolf!
"No, Severus, he's not." Lupin stood up, purposely approaching the tall thin potions professor. "I think I could be a wonderful care-giver to you and your baby. We should get along just fine." Lupin went to lay a hand on Snape's shoulder, but Severus jumped back with a truly shocked look on his face.
"What!" Snape snorted, holding out a hand as if to ward Remus off. "Since when do we get along! We have never gotten along!" Snape shook his head as if to wake himself from a very bad dream.
"Severus, you already consented and this is your new roommate." Professor Dumbledore stood up and brushed the non-existent wrinkles out of his cloak. "And that's that, you will just have to learn to get along. For the sake of the precious little girl growing inside of you."
And with that he was gone, following along after him an apologetic Mr. Weasley and a self-important Percy Weasley. Leaving behind an angry-as-all-get-out Professor Snape and a happy-as-can-be Professor Lupin.
In the tense atmosphere of Professor Snape's Office…
"You scheming bastard," Snape growled, turning on Remus as soon as his front door had closed, leaving him alone in his office with the were-wolf. "If this is some cracked up plan to torment me like you and your good-for-nothing friends used to do when we attended Hogwarts together, I swear, Lupin, I will Kill you!" Snape's teeth were clenched and his eyes were shooting death-beams at the all-too-handsome brunette.
"Oh for crying out loud, Severus!" Lupin shot back angrily, "let it go! I was a foolish teenager, and I would change how things were back then if I could, but I can't! I'm not you enemy; I want to be your friend!"
Remus had stormed over to where Snape was standing, backing up the shorter man until Snape's back was pressed against the bookcase lined wall. Snape refused to be intimidated, as he crossed his arms over his chest and stubbornly raised his chin.
Snape snorted, "We'll never be friends, you are a insufferable pain in my as—"
Remus grabbed Severus' chin with one large, tanned hand and consumed his mouth in a passionate kiss. Every ounce of Remus' pent up feeling of love and lust pouring out of him into the very shocked face of his much beloved potion's professor.
After what seemed like an entire lifetime to Severus, Remus lifted his head and looked into Severus' truly shocked eyes. Lupin couldn't seem to catch his breath. Severus tasted like Christmas sugar cookies and the first glass of lemonade on a really hot summers day. He never wanted to stop kissing him.
Severus was thinking something entirely different. A weird sort of calm had settled over him, a crazy sort of calm. And he causally stepped one step to the right, turned around, faced the door, nodded very formally at Professor Lupin (like they had just been discussing student related affairs, instead of kissing each other breathless), and walked out of his office. Without looking over his shoulder, or to the left or right, Snape regally walked straight to his bedroom, shut the door and promptly locked it.
In the comfort of Snape's bedroom…
Snape sat perfectly still on the edge of his bed.
He sat.
And sat.
And promptly freaked the fuck out!
Oh my god!! Snape jumped up and grabbed his face with both hands. That were-wolf just kissed him! A truly wonderful kiss, Snape's first. Yes, Professor Snape was as pure as the driven snow. What with Voldemort and the whole being as gay as a rainbow-colored poncho, Snape never really had time to experiment with his sexuality. And, seeing as he had a healthy dose of self-respect, the option of paying some dark-alley male prostitute to help alleviate his condition (yes, Snape feels as if his virginity is a disease to be alleviated with the proper medication or procedure, as it were) was out of the question.
Wait a minute, Snape sat back down. Clarity coming like a breath of fresh air. That damned were-wolf is playing some sort of game with him. If he thinks he can control Professor Severus Snape with a sloppy, not-at-all wonderful kiss, he had another think coming! No one, no matter how handsome, will ever have that sort of hold over him.
Back in Snape's office…
Professor Lupin watched Severus' display of crazy behavior with a raised eyebrow. He was still breathing heavy from the oh-so-steamy kiss he had just shared with his neurotic and elegant potion's professor and was a little bit dazed.
With a jolt, Lupin came back to his right mind and realized he just let his nutty-little-kissing-buddy walk right out the door. He didn't even attempt to stop Snape; he stood there like a mindless statue and watched Snape go crazy and dance right out of his reach.
Oh, this is so not happening, Lupin strode purposely out of Snape's office. Snape will never be able to escape his clutches, for he had waited far too long for his creamy little lovey to flee now.
Snape's bedroom…
Thud, thud, thud, Snape's bedroom door thundered. Oh there was no way I'm letting him in. Snape though with his arms crossed and his long nose in the air. No way!
"Severus, open the door, I need to talk to you," the wolf at his door growled, Snape couldn't help but shiver at the sexual tone. That damn man! He knows how to make someone melt with his gravely, come-have-sex-with-me voice. Well, there will be no sex with Snape!
"No, you perverted ass-monkey!" Snape bellowed, set in his resolve. "You stay the hell away from me.!" No matter how good the sex would be, Severus thought, you are not going to open that door!
Steady the course, Snape thought, Lupin is trying to manipulate you!
"What, are you afraid of me," Lupin's dark dangerous voice seeped like melted chocolate down Snape's spin. Afraid of that dip-shit, I think not, Snape took a few steps closer to the door.
"You are, aren't you," Snape silently shook his head as Lupin continued to taunt him from beyond his bedroom door. Anger was starting to overcome his arousal and common sense. "Cowering in fear, hiding from the big bad wolf. Are you afraid I'm going to gobble you up—"
In a rage, Snape flung open the door, his wand pointed at head-level. But with a flash of movement, the speed of a were-wolf, Lupin knocked Snape's wand to the corner of the room and took Snape into his very powerful arms.
Squeezing his pale, shocked prize in his muscled arms, Remus kicked the door shut. Giving in to temptation and losing all sense and reason; Lupin licked one of Snape's beautiful ears. He had wanted to do that since he was thirteen. Snape shivered in his arms and opened his mouth to protest.
Whispering, Lupin used a bit of wandless magic to render Snape silent and still. Sucking on the space below Severus' soft ear, Lupin backed Snape up against the huge four-poster bed. Lupin watched as Severus' eyes went completely black with arousal. Licking his lips, Remus lowered his head.
"I will never let you go," Remus whispered against Snape's lips. "I've wanted you for so long and now you're mine!" He picked up the completely limp potion's professor and threw him on the middle of the bed. Situating himself at Snape's feet he grinned at the delicious picture in front of him. A lovely and wanton Snape laid across a bed for him to gobble up! "All mine!"
Grabbing one small ankle in each hand he spread Severus' legs wide apart, bending his knees just so. Perfect!
Remus spelled their robes away and laid his dark frame in between Severus pale long legs, thrusting once for good measure. Careful, even in the midst of hot passionate love, of Snape's right side where Lilly rested.
Snape wrapped his pale and shaking arms around Lupin's tan neck and surrendered completely as Remus sucked on one of Severus' tiny pale pink nipples.
Oh, Snape thought with a gasp, he is good. So utterly good!
A/N: I think I'll let your imaginations take it from there.
