Title: Currently Unavailable.
Characters: Remus Lupin/ Severus Snape
Author: Samma Jay
Rating: mmm...R for now...may switch to NC-17 (read it anyway!)
Remus Lupin sat quietly in the back of the staff room, his fellow Professor's all around him. Except for one. Severus Snape was currently holed up in his own office, and could `not be bothered' as he'd told Dumbledore. Remus had only come to the staff room in hopes of seeing Severus there. It had not turned out well at all.
"Remus...Remus!" Dumbledore dropped down next to him, into a chair.
"Mm? Oh, yes Headmaster?" Remus looked up at the much older man.
"I've been trying to get your attention for several minutes now."
"Sorry. I was thinking something else." The much younger man shook his head.
"Anyway, we were talking about the faculty Quidditch match next week. Have you spoken with Severus lately?"
"Err...No, actually. Not since...last month." Remus looked down.
He was painfully shy of his "situation", as he preferred to call it. Albus had been nice enough to hire Lupin back, thinking maybe having him back would make Harry feel a little more easy (personally, Lupin thought Harry could care less. He was currently more interested in Ginny Weasley, then anything else). Severus had been directed to begin making Remus his potion again. He did not do it by choice of course. He didn't do anything by choice.
For example? Teaching. He didn't do it because of money.(Let's face it, teachers aren't rich,) nor did he do it for his `love of children' (which has to be found somewhere, of course where is unknown). He did it mainly to please Dumbledore. It seemed everyone tried his or her best to please him. People hated to disappoint him.
"Remus? Oh dear. " Dumbledore sighed.
"Sorry, Professor." Remus sighed.
"Anyway," Albus continued, "Severus isn't sure if he'll play or not...so-"
"I-I can't Dumbledore."
"Oh, I know Lupin! I was just wondering if you'd try to talk Severus into it." Dumbledore looked down at him with kind eyes, "I know he may at least listen to you. I see how his eyes...how should I say? Light up when you're around?"
"His eyes do not light up." Remus huffed, more shy.
"Okay, so they don't go to blue. That will take awhile to get them back to that color. Anyway, would you at least talk to him?"
"I can try. I doubt it would do any good."
"Thank you Remus." Dumbledore patted his hand, and got up from his chair, "You can go back to dreaming now."
Remus smiled, and watched as Dumbledore left, before standing himself, and exiting slowly. If he had to talk to Snape, he might as well do it soon. He walked softly down to the dungeons.
He wasn't looking forward to this little meeting. They usually argued when alone in a room together...deep down inside, he actually longed for it.
It got darker, and colder as he got deeper into the dungeons. He paused in front of Severus's office door, before knocking.
"Yes?" Snape's cold voice sent shivers up Remus's spine
He pushed the door open, "Excuse me, Severus?"
"Oh. Lupin." Snape glanced up, "It's...you."
"Yes. Well, Dumbledore asked me to come speak with you."
"About what?" He wasn't actually listening.
"The...faculty Quidditch match."
"Oh." His tone darkened.
"Well, he just wanted me to check and see if you were playing or not."
"Oh. I'm afraid I'll be far to busy, Remus. Give Albus my deep-"
"Why?"
Severus looked up, startled, "What?"
"Why will you be to busy? I mean you could hold things off for a few hours one night."
"Of course I could."
"Then why won't you play?"
"Like I said-"
"Severus, don't lie."
Severus stared at Remus intently, "What do you want from me, Remus?"
Your Body, mind, and maybe your heart "Nothing Severus."
"Liar." Severus stood, standing in front of Lupin, his arms crossed, "You want something."
Beside a glorious lovemaking attempt with you, what else could I want? "Nothing Severus." He looked downward, once again painfully shy.
"Now your just repeating something."
"I am but a messenger, Severus." Remus looked up once more, "I want nothing."
"I don't believe that."
Remus took a deep breath, "I think I'll go now."
Severus spoke, "Wait!"
Remus turned back, "Yes, Severus?"
"I'll make you're potion in a while, and bring it up to you."
Remus felt down cast, but tried not to show his disappointment, "Oh. Thank you Severus."
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Severus Snape watched as the werewolf walked away out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him. Snape's shoulder's slumped. Remus had looked so hopeful when he had been called back. Though of what? Reminding him of his only flaw; the wicked beast that lurked deep within his soul rising higher and higher every full moon. He should have been ashamed of himself.
He sat quietly back down at his desk, he only had a few more papers to correct and then he could start on Remus's potion.
He hated making it, but he hated having Remus feel the pain of becoming the monster inside of him too. Ever since they were children, he could almost physically feel the pain...even before he'd known about the werewolf.
Severs looked back not so thoughtfully to his first year, the first time he'd ever meet Remus, and then to the first time he'd ever felt the pain rip through his own body, leaving him immobile for a few moments. It had happened every month of his 70 months at Hogwarts, and all the years after that (1400 months, Wow!) after that. Ever since Remus had begun to take the potion, the pain had stopped...until that night two years ago. He'd stupidly forgotten the potion when he'd gone after Potter. He was stupid for doing so, and cursed himself for it. Remus never spoke of that night, but Severus knew it haunted him as well.
As he finished correcting papers, Severus stood, exiting his office, and walking down to his private potion-making dungeon. The ingredients for it were already sitting out, and what need to be prepared. He was bored as he mixed together the concoction, looking up as Dumbledore pushed open the door of the potions classroom.
"Evening Severus." He nodded, taking a seat in front of the boiling cauldron, "Ah...working on Remus's potion, are you? I can tell by that peculiar smell..."
Severus smiled, "Yes. After you make it a few times of course, you hardly ever notice anymore."
Dumbledore smiled also, "I'd like to have a little chat with you about our dear Remus."
"Our dear Remus?" Severus repeated the words, raising an eyebrow, "Please, Albus. Continue."
"Well, as we know, Remus is a bit...separated from the rest of us lately...I wondered if when you went to give him the potion if you'd maybe...sit down and talk to him? For a few minutes anyway?"
"Professor Dumbledore, I really don't think that me talking to Remus will do anything much."
"Oh, Severus." Dumbledore sighed, "I'm not blind. I may where spectacles, but I am fully capable of seeing when two people love each other...even if it is rather deep down..."
Severus's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, "Please Professor! Don't think that I-"
"Severus..."
Severus began to stir the potion, deciding not to answer the older man in front of him.
"Severus, I know quite well what the both of you are. I know more about each of you, then you know about yourselves."
"Oh really, Albus?" Severus rolled his eyes slightly, turning an even pinker shade, "What do you know about me?"
"Enough to write a biography on you, Severus." Dumbledore patted his hand, which rested on the edge of the countertop. "Just talk to him. For me, Severus?" He asked kindly.
Severus stared down at the hand on top of his own, and sighed, "Yes, Albus. I'll talk with him."
Dumbledore smiled, before he got from the table and strode from the room.
Characters: Remus Lupin/ Severus Snape
Author: Samma Jay
Rating: mmm...R for now...may switch to NC-17 (read it anyway!)
Remus Lupin sat quietly in the back of the staff room, his fellow Professor's all around him. Except for one. Severus Snape was currently holed up in his own office, and could `not be bothered' as he'd told Dumbledore. Remus had only come to the staff room in hopes of seeing Severus there. It had not turned out well at all.
"Remus...Remus!" Dumbledore dropped down next to him, into a chair.
"Mm? Oh, yes Headmaster?" Remus looked up at the much older man.
"I've been trying to get your attention for several minutes now."
"Sorry. I was thinking something else." The much younger man shook his head.
"Anyway, we were talking about the faculty Quidditch match next week. Have you spoken with Severus lately?"
"Err...No, actually. Not since...last month." Remus looked down.
He was painfully shy of his "situation", as he preferred to call it. Albus had been nice enough to hire Lupin back, thinking maybe having him back would make Harry feel a little more easy (personally, Lupin thought Harry could care less. He was currently more interested in Ginny Weasley, then anything else). Severus had been directed to begin making Remus his potion again. He did not do it by choice of course. He didn't do anything by choice.
For example? Teaching. He didn't do it because of money.(Let's face it, teachers aren't rich,) nor did he do it for his `love of children' (which has to be found somewhere, of course where is unknown). He did it mainly to please Dumbledore. It seemed everyone tried his or her best to please him. People hated to disappoint him.
"Remus? Oh dear. " Dumbledore sighed.
"Sorry, Professor." Remus sighed.
"Anyway," Albus continued, "Severus isn't sure if he'll play or not...so-"
"I-I can't Dumbledore."
"Oh, I know Lupin! I was just wondering if you'd try to talk Severus into it." Dumbledore looked down at him with kind eyes, "I know he may at least listen to you. I see how his eyes...how should I say? Light up when you're around?"
"His eyes do not light up." Remus huffed, more shy.
"Okay, so they don't go to blue. That will take awhile to get them back to that color. Anyway, would you at least talk to him?"
"I can try. I doubt it would do any good."
"Thank you Remus." Dumbledore patted his hand, and got up from his chair, "You can go back to dreaming now."
Remus smiled, and watched as Dumbledore left, before standing himself, and exiting slowly. If he had to talk to Snape, he might as well do it soon. He walked softly down to the dungeons.
He wasn't looking forward to this little meeting. They usually argued when alone in a room together...deep down inside, he actually longed for it.
It got darker, and colder as he got deeper into the dungeons. He paused in front of Severus's office door, before knocking.
"Yes?" Snape's cold voice sent shivers up Remus's spine
He pushed the door open, "Excuse me, Severus?"
"Oh. Lupin." Snape glanced up, "It's...you."
"Yes. Well, Dumbledore asked me to come speak with you."
"About what?" He wasn't actually listening.
"The...faculty Quidditch match."
"Oh." His tone darkened.
"Well, he just wanted me to check and see if you were playing or not."
"Oh. I'm afraid I'll be far to busy, Remus. Give Albus my deep-"
"Why?"
Severus looked up, startled, "What?"
"Why will you be to busy? I mean you could hold things off for a few hours one night."
"Of course I could."
"Then why won't you play?"
"Like I said-"
"Severus, don't lie."
Severus stared at Remus intently, "What do you want from me, Remus?"
Your Body, mind, and maybe your heart "Nothing Severus."
"Liar." Severus stood, standing in front of Lupin, his arms crossed, "You want something."
Beside a glorious lovemaking attempt with you, what else could I want? "Nothing Severus." He looked downward, once again painfully shy.
"Now your just repeating something."
"I am but a messenger, Severus." Remus looked up once more, "I want nothing."
"I don't believe that."
Remus took a deep breath, "I think I'll go now."
Severus spoke, "Wait!"
Remus turned back, "Yes, Severus?"
"I'll make you're potion in a while, and bring it up to you."
Remus felt down cast, but tried not to show his disappointment, "Oh. Thank you Severus."
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Severus Snape watched as the werewolf walked away out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him. Snape's shoulder's slumped. Remus had looked so hopeful when he had been called back. Though of what? Reminding him of his only flaw; the wicked beast that lurked deep within his soul rising higher and higher every full moon. He should have been ashamed of himself.
He sat quietly back down at his desk, he only had a few more papers to correct and then he could start on Remus's potion.
He hated making it, but he hated having Remus feel the pain of becoming the monster inside of him too. Ever since they were children, he could almost physically feel the pain...even before he'd known about the werewolf.
Severs looked back not so thoughtfully to his first year, the first time he'd ever meet Remus, and then to the first time he'd ever felt the pain rip through his own body, leaving him immobile for a few moments. It had happened every month of his 70 months at Hogwarts, and all the years after that (1400 months, Wow!) after that. Ever since Remus had begun to take the potion, the pain had stopped...until that night two years ago. He'd stupidly forgotten the potion when he'd gone after Potter. He was stupid for doing so, and cursed himself for it. Remus never spoke of that night, but Severus knew it haunted him as well.
As he finished correcting papers, Severus stood, exiting his office, and walking down to his private potion-making dungeon. The ingredients for it were already sitting out, and what need to be prepared. He was bored as he mixed together the concoction, looking up as Dumbledore pushed open the door of the potions classroom.
"Evening Severus." He nodded, taking a seat in front of the boiling cauldron, "Ah...working on Remus's potion, are you? I can tell by that peculiar smell..."
Severus smiled, "Yes. After you make it a few times of course, you hardly ever notice anymore."
Dumbledore smiled also, "I'd like to have a little chat with you about our dear Remus."
"Our dear Remus?" Severus repeated the words, raising an eyebrow, "Please, Albus. Continue."
"Well, as we know, Remus is a bit...separated from the rest of us lately...I wondered if when you went to give him the potion if you'd maybe...sit down and talk to him? For a few minutes anyway?"
"Professor Dumbledore, I really don't think that me talking to Remus will do anything much."
"Oh, Severus." Dumbledore sighed, "I'm not blind. I may where spectacles, but I am fully capable of seeing when two people love each other...even if it is rather deep down..."
Severus's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, "Please Professor! Don't think that I-"
"Severus..."
Severus began to stir the potion, deciding not to answer the older man in front of him.
"Severus, I know quite well what the both of you are. I know more about each of you, then you know about yourselves."
"Oh really, Albus?" Severus rolled his eyes slightly, turning an even pinker shade, "What do you know about me?"
"Enough to write a biography on you, Severus." Dumbledore patted his hand, which rested on the edge of the countertop. "Just talk to him. For me, Severus?" He asked kindly.
Severus stared down at the hand on top of his own, and sighed, "Yes, Albus. I'll talk with him."
Dumbledore smiled, before he got from the table and strode from the room.