Author's Note: Who even came up with this ship?
Spies
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Severus heaved a sigh of relief as he reached the safety of Spinner's End. The night had taken an unfortunate turn. He hadn't meant for things to get so messy, or so complicated. Everyone hated him now, and maybe he deserved that. It wasn't as if he could plead innocent of killing his mentor…
A creaky floorboard alerted him to an intruder. He spun on the spot, wand trained on a tall man singed black robes. The man held up his hands in surrender and, once Severus showed his wand once more, came closer and placed a hand on Severus shoulder.
"Are you alright?"
Severus evaded the question. "That was very foolish of you, killing Gibbon so openly."
The man shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I made it look like an accident. I doubt anyone will suspect. And anyway, you didn't answer me."
"I've had better days."
"Do you want to talk about."
"Not really."
Instead, Severus allowed himself to be taken by the hand and led to bed. The men changed out their robes in silence and climbed under grey sheets.
In the darkness of their room, Severus laid away and staring at the ceiling, wondering what his life would become now that he was no longer welcome at Hogwarts. He hadn't wanted to work there in the beginning, and now he found himself almost missing it.
"One day, they'll see you had no choice in it," his lover muttered. Severus turned to him. The brunet's eyes were closed, but he was still smiling. "The world will know of our sacrifices."
"The world will know about you a lot sooner if you're not careful. Thorfinn Rowle, the man with no patience."
The bed shook as Thorfinn let out a chuckle. "You can't blame me. He was right there. One less asshole in the world."
Severus allowed himself to revel in that fact. "Indeed." Perhaps one day they would be free.