Lily: well…thanks all for les reviews. Buuut…y'all seem to have mistaken my Hermione/Pansy insert for the actual fic. Sorry to confuse you (I thought I made it kind of clear…I must not have) but the Hermione Pansy thing in the last chapter was kind of like a "present" for Eliora who reviewed saying she really wanted it to happen. It wasn't part of the actual fic 3. Sorry for those of you who liked it.

More Snupin, some other stuff…heavy petting in hallways. That sort of thing. ON to the fic!

Exactly twelve hours after making The Arrangement (as he'd so sarcastically dubbed it) Severus Snape was already a swarming mass of frazzled (and sexually frustrated) nerves. Lupin had given him all of two hours after making their arrangement before he had taken any and every opportunity to grope, fondle, and snog Snape to within an inch of his life.

"Bloody werewolf" Snape muttered, heading to his rooms (the only place he got privacy) after an early breakfast in the kitchens. He had actual work to get done, important work that could not be delayed because he needed to get off.

"Silver Bullet" he spat venomously at his portrait and the woman in it looked miffed before she swung open for him.

Once inside he flung off his clothing, leaving it in an uncharacteristic mess about the room.

"Accio Seeing Eye" he barked, and a small gilt framed mirror flew into his hand. He scowled at it,

"O Sainted Elves from whom ye were born

Awaken from thy dusty rest

Pass power from thy fingertips

And unto this glass invest

This unworthy soul begs thee"

He finished the incantation and watched the surface of the mirror ripple and then contort.

"Draco Malfoy" he said to it and the shapeless swirls of color began to move until they formed Draco's familiar features. Snape looked very closely. Good. The boy was still asleep.

"Now I can see how to go about fixing that fear of his,"

Sighing deeply, Snape removed his clothing and sank into a comfortable position on his couch.

"Here we go" he mumbled to himself and closed his eyes.

He was in that place again, surrounded by the scent he knew now as Harry's. He looked around, hoping to find someone to tell him why he was there.

"Again we meet Little Dragon" he spun around to face a familiar beautiful face,

"You're Hiathos aren't you?" he said slowly, hoping he'd remembered the name right. The man smiled and sat in a chair that had appeared from nowhere,

"Little Dragon, there isn't much time left. What troubles you so that you must reject the touch of the one you love?" Draco frowned and averted his eyes from the mesmerizing ones of the man before him,

"I…I'm not sure. I don't have any problem when he kisses me, but once I feel his…his, um…"

"male parts?" Hiathos offered generously, Draco blushed.

"Yes…once I feel it, I get so scared. I think it's because of being kidnapped and molested when I was younger." Hiathos nodded and appeared to be deep in thought.

"Young One, have you thought that maybe it is not your trauma from that incident that is preventing you from completing your bond, but your own fear of the act itself? Have you any doubts as to your ability? Are you afraid of it hurting? Do you wonder if he'll love you even after you give to him your virginity?" Draco's eyes widened as the idea sunk in.

His shock must have been apparent because Hiathos allowed a small smile to slip onto his lips.

"Child, there is nothing to fear. Your mate truly loves you; he will not care whether or not you can do this or that with your body. He will also be exceedingly gentle; of course it will still hurt a little, but everything good requires a little pain somewhere." He gently placed a hand on Draco's shoulder.

"But…what about if he doesn't love me after we…after we complete the bond?" Draco sounded a little insecure but Hiathos only smiled,

"And how could he stop? He stayed with you though he could not make love to you. He stayed with you knowing the dangers to himself and yourself, he loves you more than someone who would leave after sex could. Do not forget Little Dragon, you are bestowing upon him your most precious and safeguarded treasure, he is not likely to leave you."

Draco smiled,

"Thank you Hiathos. I think…I think that when mating season comes, I will be ready for him. To receive him with all my body and all my heart" Hiathos stepped back and smiled, the image began to fade,

"Then all is as it should be my Child."

Remus Lupin stalked down the narrow corridors leading to a certain cranky potions master's rooms. He'd had his tongue down the man's throat most of last night and his hands underneath his prim, stiff clothes most of breakfast that morning. But he'd never been allowed to go as far as he wanted to go. And so he'd walked around since breakfast having to recast a disillusionment charm on himself so no one could see his straining erection. But the worst part of it all was that Snape, crafty arse that he was, didn't appear ruffled or frustrated at all.

"Damn!" Lupin swore, thinking of Snape gave him a nasty combination of arousal and absolute fury. The wolf in him was gagging to discipline its unruly mate (with hours of unrestrained, sweaty sex on his desk), and because the full moon was a mere week away Lupin was finding it harder and harder to deny his…other half.

"Severus!" He called, entering the man's rooms unceremoniously.

The first thing that caught his eye was the slightly rumpled white shirt that lay on the ground a few feet to his left. This, followed by a familiar pair of dark trousers, one dark boot, and finally the infamous black robe, led a trail to the slightly ajar door to Severus' room.

Something was wrong with the picture. Ever since their school days, Remus had known Severus to be an absolute maniac about cleanliness. What were his clothes doing strewn about his chambers like they were?

"Severus?" he called the man's name and crept further into the room, careful not to be too loud in case the situation was volatile (as magical ones tended to be).

A groan from the room alerted Remus to the potions master's location and probable bad condition. At the pained noise his werewolf instincts took over and he dashed into the room.

"SEVERUS!"

He felt an unusual amount of warmth surrounding him. He wasn't used to being so very warm but it was nice and felt safe, and he rarely ever felt safe. He allowed himself to smile; after all, he was asleep in his room where no one could see him. All he had to do was relax and snuggle into that heat, feel it wrap tighter around him, listen to the soft thump, thump of that heart…beat?

"GAH!" he woke up suddenly and tried to sit up but found someone's arm firmly around him. He was not wearing anything save his underpants and neither was the person lying so very close to him. What the hell had happened?

He'd come into his room, performed the dream Occlumency, and then…and then what?

"Severus…" the person, positively identified as male from the telltale morning "surprise" pressing against Severus' thigh, groaned in his sleep. Severus looked down and nearly groaned himself when he noted the familiar head of hair, it was Remus.

'What in the name of Salazar's forked tongue is he doing in my bed?' Severus scowled at the peacefully sleeping man and then a though occurred to him,

'Wait a minute…Lupin is here in my bed, I am barely clothed and neither is he…I am somewhat sore…we didn't…WE DIDN'T have sex…did we?' Severus looked down at Remus again. From what he knew of it, sex with men was initially painful, he didn't see any scratch marks on the man though. He shifted around in his place and heaved a relieved sigh. There was no unusual wet spot and he was sore about the neck and shoulders and not the bum and lower back.

'Well, I didn't sleep with him, so what is he doing here?' what had happened last night after he'd finished the dream? He'd finished persuading Draco and had had to extricate himself from the tangle of Draco's mind. Perhaps it had taken too much of his strength (already low due to all the things he'd been doing) and he had passed out. That would account for the soreness as he'd been in a horribly uncomfortable position. Assuming all of this was true then that meant Remus had come in and taken him to the bed. But then…why the lack of clothing?

"Oh…you woke up" Severus turned and sent Remus, who had just woken up, a suspicious glare

"An astute observation Lupin, you would make quite the detective," he snapped. The werewolf only raised an eyebrow; it wasn't that much of a surprise that Snape was cranky all the time.

"Yes, unfortunately I am quite sure the Ministry doesn't allow werewolves into their flat-footing ranks so I'll content myself with teaching or assisting for now. Anyway, all snarky banter aside, how are you?" Snape's already narrow eyes became suspicious slits at this question,

"What do you mean Lupin?" he said. The werewolf gave him an incredulous look,

"You mean you don't remember?" at Snape's blank look, Remus sighed and ran a hand through his already tousled hair,

"Ah, then waking up must have been shocking for you. I see. Well, you must have been doing something very strenuous this morning after breakfast because when I came in you had collapsed in your room. I took you to bed, no not like that, and laid you down. You were already undressed so don't give me that look, anyway, you started shivering very badly and the blankets weren't doing anything to help. I figured that a few warming charms and some body heat might do the trick so I climbed in with you. And that's about all of it"

Severus held the werewolf with the suspicious look for a moment longer before sighing and getting out of bed.

"Fine, I'll believe your story" he said, swiftly locating a white shirt on the ground and pulling it on.

"Now if you could please leave, I've to prepare my lesson plan for tomorrow." He extended an arm to the door and noticed that the sleeve of the shirt he wore was too long and much too large. It was then that he noticed the hem went below his usual mid-thigh and that the shirt smelled entirely different than his own shirts smelled.

"I would leave Severus, only you seem to be wearing my shirt" Remus's cheeky grin combined with the slightly ridiculous feeling of wearing the man's oversized shirt made a furious blush appear on Severus' normally pale skin.

"Merlin's beard! Is that…are you blushing?" Remus came closer to the potions master and looked at the furious red color that only seemed to intensify,

"I am not you good for nothing lay about!" Severus hissed, backing away, eyes spitting fire at the advancing werewolf. Remus chuckled,

"In all my years I never thought I'd see it" he stepped closer and Severus stepped back only to hit a wall.

'Damn…trapped like some first year Hufflepuff against s seventh year Slytherin!' he thought.

Remus's smile was positively wicked,

"It's nice, this blush, it suits you…" uh-oh, the golden eyes were slowly appearing.

"Lupin, get a hold of yourself! Your control is slipping!" the werewolf took another step and Severus tried to make himself as flat as possible against the wall,

"I have restrained myself you know. Lying in that bed with you, unable to fall asleep because of thoughts of you, and even when sleep came I dreamt of you. It has been a short time since I became fully aware of you, but because I have restrained myself unknowingly for so long, your scent is overpowering. Every minute I am awake I think of you, holding you, kissing you, making you blush prettily as I take you. I may sound like a sex crazed savage but I want you so much I am losing my sanity."

By now Remus had pressed himself against the absolutely still potions master so the man could feel a straining hard length pressing into him. Remus dropped a kiss on Snape's partially exposed collarbone and inhaled deeply before stepping back. He stood for a moment visibly regaining control of himself and then he sighed,

"You'll be the death of me Severus…" he said. Snape stood for another minute pressed against the wall, shaking from the intensity he had just been subjected to, and then he regained composure and straightened.

"I am very sorry for your inconvenience Lupin but please, I must prepare the lesson plan. I shall have your shirt washed and pressed and I will return it to you as soon as possible."

Snape walked to his desk and began slamming open drawers and removing papers at random.

It was five minutes before he heard his door close. Remus had gone. Immediately he halted his frenzy of paper flinging and slumped to the floor. His heart was racing faster than it had in his entire life, he felt a little faint, and he couldn't stop shaking.

"Well…this was unexpected" he said.

Lily: OMG I know it was a crap ending, I'm sorry. See, we're moving like right this moment and all around me, my stuff is being piled away into a giant orange truck! Aaaugh! Well, I figured I might as well give everyone something before we leave because I have a feeling it'll be a looong time before I have internet access. Sorry if you've been waiting for some HxD action. I'm getting there! It actually would have been in this chapter had I not been so pressed for time that I had to do this as we were moving. Ah! Mou! I'm so tired! Finals, then packing, then moving. OMAN! Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this…I'll pick it up ASAP, wish me lukc moving and all! TX here I come sigh