Fic Title: Impossible effect

Fic description: (see chapter one)

Rating: M-R for some reason I will soon figure out!

Slash: Perhaps Snape/Lupin or Harry/Snape, any ideas?

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Voices were now ringing in Snape's ears. He was pretending to be asleep as he leant against the back of his bed. Every so often, Lupin, Poppy, or even Harry came to check up on him. Harry probably just wanted a chance to hurt him again with that 'new power' of his thought.

At least he hadn't gotten the chance thought; Snape was a very very good actor and managed to make his chest rise and fall just as someone who was asleep did. His eyes didn't even twitch, he had seen Harry just from under his eyelids once leaning over him and trying to see if he was awake. Boy, was he easily fooled.

His thoughts were cut off when he heard a flicker of a coat; Lupin kneeled in front of him, a slightly apologetic look on his face. "Uh…I just came to say…I'm sorry Severus." He murmured, rubbing the hem of his coat between his fingers. It was late now, and he guessed the werewolf was having his doubts about what he had done, as usual. "I didn't mean for that to-"

"Why?"

Lupin looked up at Snape, confusion coating his features.

"What?" he asked, the fabric of his coat slipping out of his fingers unnoticed.

"Why do you care? Why say sorry when I killed your friend, and I tried to kill that...that boy. So why?" Snape growled, leaning forward so he was looking in to warm brown eyes. Lupin had reacted by leaning back away from Snape.

"B-because we wo-" Snape cut him off again.

"Don't say were friends, or work together, nothing. Why?"

Lupin paused, mind swimming slightly. He couldn't keep his eyes off the collar he had forced Snape to wear. Why did he feel guilty? He didn't understand, so what could he say? Lupin lowered his head, eyes staring at the floor. He hated Snape, right; he hated him for killing Dumbledore…

Snape gave a impatient look, and sneered angrily. Of course the stupid werewolf would end up giving him sympathy. Lupin looked a little hurt and rocked back so he was leaning back in the chair, his eyes moved from the floor to the ceiling, unable to hold Snape's cold gaze.

"...B-because...because I think...you can change…" he said softly after a long pause.

There was a long silence. Snape sat up in the bed with his eyes staring at Lupin. Perhaps he could change, perhaps, there was a slight chance. Maybe. He continued to stare until Lupin looked away, feeling a little embarrassed at his words.

"Sorry, that was stupid..." He mumbled, eyeing the collar around Snape's neck. "I should umm, yeah, Ill go now...see you later..."

Snape nodded and watched intently as Lupin got out from his chair and started to walk towards the door without even a second glance in his direction. He must have been pretty embarrassed to not want to look at him.

When the man was gone, and the room silent, Snape crossed his arms over his knees and sighed softly. The collar was starting to irritate his skin, and the fact his bones would sting with pain every so often didn't make things any better.

Perhaps he could get away with attacking Potter and hiding his body under the bed. Maybe, if he was quicker than thoughts. Snape decided that was wishing too much and lay down in bed to try and get some sleep.

Damn sleeping robes were itchy too.

Snape closed his eyes and pulled the covers over his head, and finally after a few long hours, managed to fall in to a dreamless and uneasy sleep. Why did bad things happen to good—well, somewhat good people?

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Authors notes:

Whao! I haven't updated in...AGES! Ill start updating now then, sorry for the slightly short and angsty chapter, but...DEAL with it 8D heheh. bi bi.

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