Chapter Three: Moving Up!
Snape awoke, hacking and sputtering out green water from his lungs. He jumped up and surveyed his bedroom. Green, liquidy sludge covered everything in his room with a foot thick coating of everything, including the floors and walls. Snape made a few strangled, frustrated noises and cursed under his breath.
Snape sloshed his way through against the flow of the toxic refuse to the source. With much effort, he beat his bathroom door down and sought refuge from the sludge on the wooden door and watched in horror as more of the wretched stuff flowed out from his bathtub.
"Bloody hell!" He cursed, fangs barred. "Well, there goes my research!" He yelled to himself.
Exasperated with repeated efforts to exorcise the gook, he almost swam his way out of his dungeons and stalked angrily to Dumbledore's office. Snape stood outside the Headmaster's office and drew breath to speak the password to the office, but was cut short by the very man he was seeking.
"Come on in, Severus." Dumbledore said, opening the door to his office with a small flick of his wrist. Snape took a seat across from Dumbedore and just glared, too angry with himself to speak a word. Dumbledore chuckled softly.
"You've got some.uh." Dumbledore gestured towards Snape's hair, which harbored a string of green ooze. Snape vigorously swept the stuff from his hair. A muscle in the irate man's face twitched. "Yep! You got it." Dumbledore said, smiling widely despite the potion master's expression.
Snape sighed, defeated. "As everyone knows, you are an omniscient being." Snape drawled sarcastically. ".And I'm sure that you know exactly what happened to my lair." He continued.
"That I do, my friend." He said, in a tone reminiscent of Lupin. Poor Lupin. What did I do to him? And How do I find out if he's ok without showing concern?
"Severus? Severus? Return to reality Severus." Dumbledore repeated, a sly smile etched across his ancient features. "I said you were going to stay at Remus's until I can get Argus to restore your quarters." Dumbledore continued.
Severus was shocked by Dumbledore's most recent command. "WHAT?!" Snape exploded. "Why can I not just stay at." Snape cringed. "The Leaky Cauldron?" He asked.
"Because I already checked with both Remus and The Leaky Cauldron, and the only one with a vacancy is our lupine friend." Dumbledore explained calmly.
Snape closed his eyes and began to count to ten. No, this wasn't working. I'm still angry.
"I've already sent an owl to Remus explaining your situation, and he has graciously agreed to keep you and clothe you with his own robes until yours have been de-sludged." Dumbledore chuckled at his new word.
Snape shook his head fervently and rose from his chair. "When am I supposed to." Snape resigned to Dumbledore's strange plans. ".move in?"
"Right now." Dumbledore said as he enthusiastically tossed a handful of floo powder into the fireplace in the wall to the right of the desk and muttered the appropriate words. A vision of a warm cottage filled with old comforting furniture lay in the foreground. Lupin sat smoking a pipe in a brown leather loveseat directly in front of the fireplace, smoking a pipe. At the sight of Snape's face in the fire, Lupin stepped back from the chair and meekly gestured for Snape to enter his humble abode.
Snape thrusted himself into the fire and looked back as Dumbledore's smiling image vanished, only to be replaced with the angry redness of the fire.
Lupin stood in front of Snape, beaming from ear to ear, with only boxers covering his nether regions, glasses on his nose, a small, diamond stud in his left ear, and a pipe in his mouth. Remus disregarded his indecent appearance and pulled Snape into a needy hug. Guilt and wanting overcame Snape as he returned Lupin's embrace weakly. Remus ran his soft hand through Severus' midnight black hair and began to suckle gently on Snape's earlobe.
Snape jumped back in surprise, pushing Lupin away fearfully. "What the hell do you think you're doing, werewolf?!" Snape shouted, obviously agitated.
Lupin collapsed, put his head in his hands and began to sob. Snape just stood over the kneeling man, totally lost.
"Last night." He wailed. ".was a full moon, Severus." He sobbed.
"Do you think me a moron like you, Lupin? You are sadly mistaken if you think me ignorant enough to forget. A previous full moon has nothing to do with your current behavior, wolf." He yelled, scared of his own feelings, and his body's reaction to Lupin's ministrations.
Remus quieted himself and gestured weakly to his arms. Horrible cuts scarred Lupin's fair skin. "I woke up from my transformation with these." He muttered weakly. "I.I haven't slept since the night before last." He sobbed. "I want to die, Severus." He whispered as he slumped forward and passed into a forced slumber.
A dam broke in Snape's mind as his salty tears ran down in rivers as he kneeled to collect his fallen colleague. He stood cradling Lupin's limp form, running his calloused hands through Lupin's light brown, slightly graying hair. He brought his lupine companion to the loveseat directly behind him and set Lupin down, pulling a tattered quilt, formelly folded on the arm of the couch, up Remus' body to his soft chin. Snape gave Lupin a soft peck on his lips and went in search of a place to wash himself of the filth of both the ooze and the guilt of forbidden love. [A/N: That was.unlike me. I swear. Forbidden love? Fags? What has Holly and Rachael (the two drunken house elves) done to me?]
Snape awoke, hacking and sputtering out green water from his lungs. He jumped up and surveyed his bedroom. Green, liquidy sludge covered everything in his room with a foot thick coating of everything, including the floors and walls. Snape made a few strangled, frustrated noises and cursed under his breath.
Snape sloshed his way through against the flow of the toxic refuse to the source. With much effort, he beat his bathroom door down and sought refuge from the sludge on the wooden door and watched in horror as more of the wretched stuff flowed out from his bathtub.
"Bloody hell!" He cursed, fangs barred. "Well, there goes my research!" He yelled to himself.
Exasperated with repeated efforts to exorcise the gook, he almost swam his way out of his dungeons and stalked angrily to Dumbledore's office. Snape stood outside the Headmaster's office and drew breath to speak the password to the office, but was cut short by the very man he was seeking.
"Come on in, Severus." Dumbledore said, opening the door to his office with a small flick of his wrist. Snape took a seat across from Dumbedore and just glared, too angry with himself to speak a word. Dumbledore chuckled softly.
"You've got some.uh." Dumbledore gestured towards Snape's hair, which harbored a string of green ooze. Snape vigorously swept the stuff from his hair. A muscle in the irate man's face twitched. "Yep! You got it." Dumbledore said, smiling widely despite the potion master's expression.
Snape sighed, defeated. "As everyone knows, you are an omniscient being." Snape drawled sarcastically. ".And I'm sure that you know exactly what happened to my lair." He continued.
"That I do, my friend." He said, in a tone reminiscent of Lupin. Poor Lupin. What did I do to him? And How do I find out if he's ok without showing concern?
"Severus? Severus? Return to reality Severus." Dumbledore repeated, a sly smile etched across his ancient features. "I said you were going to stay at Remus's until I can get Argus to restore your quarters." Dumbledore continued.
Severus was shocked by Dumbledore's most recent command. "WHAT?!" Snape exploded. "Why can I not just stay at." Snape cringed. "The Leaky Cauldron?" He asked.
"Because I already checked with both Remus and The Leaky Cauldron, and the only one with a vacancy is our lupine friend." Dumbledore explained calmly.
Snape closed his eyes and began to count to ten. No, this wasn't working. I'm still angry.
"I've already sent an owl to Remus explaining your situation, and he has graciously agreed to keep you and clothe you with his own robes until yours have been de-sludged." Dumbledore chuckled at his new word.
Snape shook his head fervently and rose from his chair. "When am I supposed to." Snape resigned to Dumbledore's strange plans. ".move in?"
"Right now." Dumbledore said as he enthusiastically tossed a handful of floo powder into the fireplace in the wall to the right of the desk and muttered the appropriate words. A vision of a warm cottage filled with old comforting furniture lay in the foreground. Lupin sat smoking a pipe in a brown leather loveseat directly in front of the fireplace, smoking a pipe. At the sight of Snape's face in the fire, Lupin stepped back from the chair and meekly gestured for Snape to enter his humble abode.
Snape thrusted himself into the fire and looked back as Dumbledore's smiling image vanished, only to be replaced with the angry redness of the fire.
Lupin stood in front of Snape, beaming from ear to ear, with only boxers covering his nether regions, glasses on his nose, a small, diamond stud in his left ear, and a pipe in his mouth. Remus disregarded his indecent appearance and pulled Snape into a needy hug. Guilt and wanting overcame Snape as he returned Lupin's embrace weakly. Remus ran his soft hand through Severus' midnight black hair and began to suckle gently on Snape's earlobe.
Snape jumped back in surprise, pushing Lupin away fearfully. "What the hell do you think you're doing, werewolf?!" Snape shouted, obviously agitated.
Lupin collapsed, put his head in his hands and began to sob. Snape just stood over the kneeling man, totally lost.
"Last night." He wailed. ".was a full moon, Severus." He sobbed.
"Do you think me a moron like you, Lupin? You are sadly mistaken if you think me ignorant enough to forget. A previous full moon has nothing to do with your current behavior, wolf." He yelled, scared of his own feelings, and his body's reaction to Lupin's ministrations.
Remus quieted himself and gestured weakly to his arms. Horrible cuts scarred Lupin's fair skin. "I woke up from my transformation with these." He muttered weakly. "I.I haven't slept since the night before last." He sobbed. "I want to die, Severus." He whispered as he slumped forward and passed into a forced slumber.
A dam broke in Snape's mind as his salty tears ran down in rivers as he kneeled to collect his fallen colleague. He stood cradling Lupin's limp form, running his calloused hands through Lupin's light brown, slightly graying hair. He brought his lupine companion to the loveseat directly behind him and set Lupin down, pulling a tattered quilt, formelly folded on the arm of the couch, up Remus' body to his soft chin. Snape gave Lupin a soft peck on his lips and went in search of a place to wash himself of the filth of both the ooze and the guilt of forbidden love. [A/N: That was.unlike me. I swear. Forbidden love? Fags? What has Holly and Rachael (the two drunken house elves) done to me?]