A/n: Because I cannot currently FIND my HP books, my spell below might be a little off...I think it's right, but I', not actually sure...I could of course look on my board game cards, but I don't feel like digging that out...Oh, and I don't actually know "whose younger", but really I would assume it's Remus...I just picture Severus older, even if they ARE the same age...I mean date wise...okay, well I'll shut up now...oh, and this chapter isn't to awful good either.
Chapter Three
Although he knew it was almost four in the morning, Severus couldn't help himself when he walked the long way from the dungeon to Remus's office. He knew it was probably a slim to none chance that Remus was still awake, but he didn't actually care to awful much. He knocked softly first at his office door, and when he didn't get a reply, he pushed the door open to a darkened room. He didn't bother switching any lights on, as he made his way over to the bedroom door, trying the knob, and finding it locked.
"Curses!" He swore, and pulled out his ever ready wand, "Alahmora." The lock clicked, and he allowed himself in, hearing Remus's wolfish snores though the thick oak wood. He crept inside, silent like, closing the door softly behind him. He had absolutely no idea what was doing. He was completely stupid to be sneaking into Remus's room at four in the morning. He just silently hoped he wasn't a light sleeper, like so many werewolves where; but as he got closer to the bed, Remus's face showing in the moonlight, he could tell he was deep into sleep. The only thing that would probably wake him up, would be the first rays of light, or something in an uneasy dream.
As he leaned over the sleeping figure, something irked him, something about how...incredibly cute Remus looked, just sleeping, his dampish hair strewn out of it's usual neatness against the whiteness of the pillow, and the light from the moon, playing across his features; a hint of a beard was already beginning to grow, a bit of an annoyance to Remus, who liked to stay cleaned shaven. Severus pressed his lips together, suddenly struck by a hint of shyness.
He took a step back into the darkness as Remus stirred, rolling over onto his stomach from his side, and releasing a louder snort, before resting peacefully again.
"What are you doing, Severus?" He asked himself, "Get out, before he wakes up, or something."
He pushed himself up against the wall, as Remus picked his head up, his eyes foggy and glowing amber in the light of the moon, looked right at him, and then shook his head, lying back down. Severus walked back up to him, Remus's eyes, half open and still glowing in the darkness.
"Care to join me?" Remus asked, blinking blankly at him.
Severus tilted his head, questioning him.
"Don't look at me like that, Severus. I think we both know what you came up here for, so just...climb in or whatever, so I can sleep peacefully." Remus closed his eyes again, after moving over to give Severus room to lie down.
Severus looked at the space, before stripping of his own clothes, and joining Remus in the bed, putting his arms around Remus's back.
"What made you come this late? I was awake an hour ago." Remus sighed, placing his head against Severus's chest.
Severus was still surprised at the way Remus had offered to share his bed with him so easily, "I-I don't know."
"Oh...go to sleep Severus." Remus began to snooze again a few moments later.
Severus remained awake, marveling at how easy it had been. He didn't even need an explanation towards why he was there, because Remus didn't care. He ran his hand self-consciously running his hand along Remus's bare back, holding the only slightly younger man closer to himself, placing his chin on the top of his head, he closed his eyes, prepared to sleep.
It was early the next morning, around probably six o'clock that Remus awoke, mildly surprised that there was a second body in the bed, next to him. Then he remembered parts of the last few hours, and shook his head, leaning upwards to look at Severus. His hair was tousled, and not greasy as he and his friends had rudely called it when they where younger. Severus was actually quite paranoid with his hair, and made sure it was well groomed. His skin was pale, and yet had an odd sun kissed look to it, although it was a rarity for Severus to even step outside of the castle walls, unless he made a trip to Hogsmead with the students as a chaperone, which was only a few times a year. Oh, he supposed he probably spent more time outside during the summer holidays. He almost laughed picturing Severus lying on a beach, with a coconut drink, and umbrella with greenish colored sunscreen slathered on his nose. He shook his head, vanishing the picture from his mind, and leaned up on one
elbow, tracing Severus's body, starting from the base of his neck, and going down across his shoulder, to his torso, down the center of his chest, and further downward, smiling slightly to himself, when he felt Severus's hand stop him before he got down to his waist.
"I don't think so, Remus." Severus's voice was slightly gruff with new morning-ness, "To much, to soon."
Remus bit his lip, smiling, "Sorry." He whispered.
"But," Severus's eyes flickered partly open, "If I get my own little venture, I might think about it."
"I think you had plenty of time for your own little venture last night. I'm surprised you didn't take advantage of it last night." Remus's eyes where clear.
"I much prefer victims of `rough housing', as some like to say, to be awake..." Severus leaned back in the pillows.
"Well, it's only six in the morning, no one else is awake...so how about a little `rough housing' now, Severus?" Remus asked, teasingly.
"Sounds lovely, but I know for a fact that Dumbledore was up at five a.m."
"And how do you know?" Remus asked.
"Because he opened the bathroom door, after he turned on the light, and woke me up."
"That old coot..." Remus smiled.
"Yes, but it's because of that old codger that I had the nerve to even come up here last night."
"Bless his soul..." Remus smiled.
Chapter Three
Although he knew it was almost four in the morning, Severus couldn't help himself when he walked the long way from the dungeon to Remus's office. He knew it was probably a slim to none chance that Remus was still awake, but he didn't actually care to awful much. He knocked softly first at his office door, and when he didn't get a reply, he pushed the door open to a darkened room. He didn't bother switching any lights on, as he made his way over to the bedroom door, trying the knob, and finding it locked.
"Curses!" He swore, and pulled out his ever ready wand, "Alahmora." The lock clicked, and he allowed himself in, hearing Remus's wolfish snores though the thick oak wood. He crept inside, silent like, closing the door softly behind him. He had absolutely no idea what was doing. He was completely stupid to be sneaking into Remus's room at four in the morning. He just silently hoped he wasn't a light sleeper, like so many werewolves where; but as he got closer to the bed, Remus's face showing in the moonlight, he could tell he was deep into sleep. The only thing that would probably wake him up, would be the first rays of light, or something in an uneasy dream.
As he leaned over the sleeping figure, something irked him, something about how...incredibly cute Remus looked, just sleeping, his dampish hair strewn out of it's usual neatness against the whiteness of the pillow, and the light from the moon, playing across his features; a hint of a beard was already beginning to grow, a bit of an annoyance to Remus, who liked to stay cleaned shaven. Severus pressed his lips together, suddenly struck by a hint of shyness.
He took a step back into the darkness as Remus stirred, rolling over onto his stomach from his side, and releasing a louder snort, before resting peacefully again.
"What are you doing, Severus?" He asked himself, "Get out, before he wakes up, or something."
He pushed himself up against the wall, as Remus picked his head up, his eyes foggy and glowing amber in the light of the moon, looked right at him, and then shook his head, lying back down. Severus walked back up to him, Remus's eyes, half open and still glowing in the darkness.
"Care to join me?" Remus asked, blinking blankly at him.
Severus tilted his head, questioning him.
"Don't look at me like that, Severus. I think we both know what you came up here for, so just...climb in or whatever, so I can sleep peacefully." Remus closed his eyes again, after moving over to give Severus room to lie down.
Severus looked at the space, before stripping of his own clothes, and joining Remus in the bed, putting his arms around Remus's back.
"What made you come this late? I was awake an hour ago." Remus sighed, placing his head against Severus's chest.
Severus was still surprised at the way Remus had offered to share his bed with him so easily, "I-I don't know."
"Oh...go to sleep Severus." Remus began to snooze again a few moments later.
Severus remained awake, marveling at how easy it had been. He didn't even need an explanation towards why he was there, because Remus didn't care. He ran his hand self-consciously running his hand along Remus's bare back, holding the only slightly younger man closer to himself, placing his chin on the top of his head, he closed his eyes, prepared to sleep.
It was early the next morning, around probably six o'clock that Remus awoke, mildly surprised that there was a second body in the bed, next to him. Then he remembered parts of the last few hours, and shook his head, leaning upwards to look at Severus. His hair was tousled, and not greasy as he and his friends had rudely called it when they where younger. Severus was actually quite paranoid with his hair, and made sure it was well groomed. His skin was pale, and yet had an odd sun kissed look to it, although it was a rarity for Severus to even step outside of the castle walls, unless he made a trip to Hogsmead with the students as a chaperone, which was only a few times a year. Oh, he supposed he probably spent more time outside during the summer holidays. He almost laughed picturing Severus lying on a beach, with a coconut drink, and umbrella with greenish colored sunscreen slathered on his nose. He shook his head, vanishing the picture from his mind, and leaned up on one
elbow, tracing Severus's body, starting from the base of his neck, and going down across his shoulder, to his torso, down the center of his chest, and further downward, smiling slightly to himself, when he felt Severus's hand stop him before he got down to his waist.
"I don't think so, Remus." Severus's voice was slightly gruff with new morning-ness, "To much, to soon."
Remus bit his lip, smiling, "Sorry." He whispered.
"But," Severus's eyes flickered partly open, "If I get my own little venture, I might think about it."
"I think you had plenty of time for your own little venture last night. I'm surprised you didn't take advantage of it last night." Remus's eyes where clear.
"I much prefer victims of `rough housing', as some like to say, to be awake..." Severus leaned back in the pillows.
"Well, it's only six in the morning, no one else is awake...so how about a little `rough housing' now, Severus?" Remus asked, teasingly.
"Sounds lovely, but I know for a fact that Dumbledore was up at five a.m."
"And how do you know?" Remus asked.
"Because he opened the bathroom door, after he turned on the light, and woke me up."
"That old coot..." Remus smiled.
"Yes, but it's because of that old codger that I had the nerve to even come up here last night."
"Bless his soul..." Remus smiled.