A/N: Yes, I know this story is very short (for me, I mean), and I have the feeling that it will be coming to a close soon...any ideas on how to end it? Without killing anyone? Lol
Chapter Seven.
Remus sat, perched, on the edge of Severus's desk later that day, after dinner, "That little brawl with McGonagall wasn't exactly the smartest thing you've ever done, Severus."
"I'd hardly call it a brawl." Severus looked up from where he was correcting papers, "I friendly little argument. Not a brawl."
"Close enough." Remus crossed his arms over his chest, "Are you sleeping down here tonight, or are you going to come upstairs?"
"Well are you mad at me, or not?" Severus asked, "Because I don't fancy sleeping next to someone who would possibly kill me at some point during the night."
"I'm a little aggravated, I'll be honest." Remus tilted his head to one side.
"Look, McGonagall and I always fight over Quidditch matches...it's nothing new...we do it all the time." Severus folded his hands on his stack of papers, "Why does it matter now?"
Remus sighed, looking down at him, "Because Severus, McGonagall will get her way. And be honest, when was the last time Gryffindor lost a game versus Slytherin?"
"I'll admit, it's been awhile..." Severus nodded, "But that new captain has been working the team harder then Marcus Flint ever was...Trust me on this one, Remus. They will win."
Remus shook his head, and got up from the desk, "I'll be awake if you decided to come up."
Later, Severus sat in his own bedroom, deciding it probably wasn't best to join Remus if he was mad at him. He rubbed the back of his neck, while writing some things down on a piece of parchment, before sighing, ripping the paper in two, tossing it into the trash, and throwing his pen across the desk.
He stood, pulling his shirt of his head, tossing it aside, and walking into his private bathroom. It was fairly small compared to the vast bathroom Remus shared with the other male professors. Only consisting of a sunken bathtub, a circular shower, a toilet, and a large sink. There where also cabinets, which housed his toiletries, such as his abundance of shampoo's and conditioners (he'd become rather obsessed with his hair ever since his first year, when the other children had teased him about having `greasy hair'...he didn't anymore, but people still told him he did), along with odd sorts of `aromatic therapy" lotions, and soaps. There where other various things, but he ignored the other things, and took out his favorites. Flying Broom Bubble-bath, followed by a Muggle two-in-one shampoo/conditioner, and he began filling his sunken tub...
Meanwhile, Remus sat upstairs. He wasn't mad at Severus anymore, and it didn't appear that Severus would be coming upstairs anytime soon.
Then why don't you just go up there? Remus thought, It's not like he's going to bite your head off...
Remus shook his head. He was being silly. Severus would probably be glad to see that he wasn't mad anymore. He stood, flipping the light switch, and exited his room. He strode from his room, down to the main floor, taking his time down to the dungeon. He took a deep breath, before pushing open the door to Severus's office.
He wasn't there. Remus looked around, and saw that the door to his bedroom was slightly ajar. He slid over, and pushed it open.
"Severus?" He called.
"Back here, Remus." Severus called back.
He followed Severus's voice back to his bathroom, and he pushed the door open, to see Severus laying back in the tub, pink bubbles flouting around the tub around him. Remus smiled, "Are you having fun?"
"Quite so. Care to join me?" Severus offered, "I'm sure there's room for two."
Remus pushed the door closed, "I've already showered thanks."
"Yes, but not with me..." Severus pointed.
"Either way, I don't think that would be all to smart."
"Why not? Are you afraid we might do something?"
"No..." Remus sat on the floor a few feet away.
"Well, it's not as if we've never seen each other naked before, Remus. I think we took care of that right away."
Remus smiled slightly, "It's not that either, Severus."
"Then why not? I'm not going to bite you, and I hardly doubt you'll bite me..."
"I've never done it in water before..." Remus mused aloud, and Severus began to laugh, "What?"
"Do you realize you just said that aloud?" Severus was smiling.
"Did I really?" Remus raised an eyebrow, "Oh..." He shrugged.
"Is that what's bothering you?" Severus asked, leaning against the edge of the tub.
"No. I was just talking to myself."
"Then join me, Remus..." Severus reached out for Remus's hand, and pulled him closer to the edge of the tub, "Pleasant things can happen in sunken tub's you know. It's just like a pool, Remus."
Remus allowed Severus to pull him closer, and he sighed, taking his hand away, pulling his robes over his head, followed by his boots, shabby pants, and boxers, before lowering himself down into the pool next to Severus, "Are you happy now?"
"Quite so." Severus put an arm around Remus's waist, and pulled him close, "But you really didn't have to come in..."
Remus whacked him softly on the shoulder.
"Ow! Don't strike the one that loves you!" Severus rubbed his shoulder, "That was mean!"
Remus put his own arms around Severus, "Are you aware of what you just said?"
"That your mean?" Severus tilted his own head up, as Remus pressed a kiss to his neck.
"No...before that."
"Don't strike the one that loves you?"
"You love me?"
"Of course I do, Remus. I thought you knew that..." Severus shifted in the water, as Remus looked up at him.
"But you've never told me that."
"Well you've never told me that you love me either." Severus shook his head.
Remus put his hands around Severus's neck, putting his thumbs under Severus's chin, "I love you Severus."
"I love you too, Remus..." Severus ended the statement with a kiss, "but could you please remove your hands from my throat. I keep thinking that any second you're going to strangle me."
Chapter Seven.
Remus sat, perched, on the edge of Severus's desk later that day, after dinner, "That little brawl with McGonagall wasn't exactly the smartest thing you've ever done, Severus."
"I'd hardly call it a brawl." Severus looked up from where he was correcting papers, "I friendly little argument. Not a brawl."
"Close enough." Remus crossed his arms over his chest, "Are you sleeping down here tonight, or are you going to come upstairs?"
"Well are you mad at me, or not?" Severus asked, "Because I don't fancy sleeping next to someone who would possibly kill me at some point during the night."
"I'm a little aggravated, I'll be honest." Remus tilted his head to one side.
"Look, McGonagall and I always fight over Quidditch matches...it's nothing new...we do it all the time." Severus folded his hands on his stack of papers, "Why does it matter now?"
Remus sighed, looking down at him, "Because Severus, McGonagall will get her way. And be honest, when was the last time Gryffindor lost a game versus Slytherin?"
"I'll admit, it's been awhile..." Severus nodded, "But that new captain has been working the team harder then Marcus Flint ever was...Trust me on this one, Remus. They will win."
Remus shook his head, and got up from the desk, "I'll be awake if you decided to come up."
Later, Severus sat in his own bedroom, deciding it probably wasn't best to join Remus if he was mad at him. He rubbed the back of his neck, while writing some things down on a piece of parchment, before sighing, ripping the paper in two, tossing it into the trash, and throwing his pen across the desk.
He stood, pulling his shirt of his head, tossing it aside, and walking into his private bathroom. It was fairly small compared to the vast bathroom Remus shared with the other male professors. Only consisting of a sunken bathtub, a circular shower, a toilet, and a large sink. There where also cabinets, which housed his toiletries, such as his abundance of shampoo's and conditioners (he'd become rather obsessed with his hair ever since his first year, when the other children had teased him about having `greasy hair'...he didn't anymore, but people still told him he did), along with odd sorts of `aromatic therapy" lotions, and soaps. There where other various things, but he ignored the other things, and took out his favorites. Flying Broom Bubble-bath, followed by a Muggle two-in-one shampoo/conditioner, and he began filling his sunken tub...
Meanwhile, Remus sat upstairs. He wasn't mad at Severus anymore, and it didn't appear that Severus would be coming upstairs anytime soon.
Then why don't you just go up there? Remus thought, It's not like he's going to bite your head off...
Remus shook his head. He was being silly. Severus would probably be glad to see that he wasn't mad anymore. He stood, flipping the light switch, and exited his room. He strode from his room, down to the main floor, taking his time down to the dungeon. He took a deep breath, before pushing open the door to Severus's office.
He wasn't there. Remus looked around, and saw that the door to his bedroom was slightly ajar. He slid over, and pushed it open.
"Severus?" He called.
"Back here, Remus." Severus called back.
He followed Severus's voice back to his bathroom, and he pushed the door open, to see Severus laying back in the tub, pink bubbles flouting around the tub around him. Remus smiled, "Are you having fun?"
"Quite so. Care to join me?" Severus offered, "I'm sure there's room for two."
Remus pushed the door closed, "I've already showered thanks."
"Yes, but not with me..." Severus pointed.
"Either way, I don't think that would be all to smart."
"Why not? Are you afraid we might do something?"
"No..." Remus sat on the floor a few feet away.
"Well, it's not as if we've never seen each other naked before, Remus. I think we took care of that right away."
Remus smiled slightly, "It's not that either, Severus."
"Then why not? I'm not going to bite you, and I hardly doubt you'll bite me..."
"I've never done it in water before..." Remus mused aloud, and Severus began to laugh, "What?"
"Do you realize you just said that aloud?" Severus was smiling.
"Did I really?" Remus raised an eyebrow, "Oh..." He shrugged.
"Is that what's bothering you?" Severus asked, leaning against the edge of the tub.
"No. I was just talking to myself."
"Then join me, Remus..." Severus reached out for Remus's hand, and pulled him closer to the edge of the tub, "Pleasant things can happen in sunken tub's you know. It's just like a pool, Remus."
Remus allowed Severus to pull him closer, and he sighed, taking his hand away, pulling his robes over his head, followed by his boots, shabby pants, and boxers, before lowering himself down into the pool next to Severus, "Are you happy now?"
"Quite so." Severus put an arm around Remus's waist, and pulled him close, "But you really didn't have to come in..."
Remus whacked him softly on the shoulder.
"Ow! Don't strike the one that loves you!" Severus rubbed his shoulder, "That was mean!"
Remus put his own arms around Severus, "Are you aware of what you just said?"
"That your mean?" Severus tilted his own head up, as Remus pressed a kiss to his neck.
"No...before that."
"Don't strike the one that loves you?"
"You love me?"
"Of course I do, Remus. I thought you knew that..." Severus shifted in the water, as Remus looked up at him.
"But you've never told me that."
"Well you've never told me that you love me either." Severus shook his head.
Remus put his hands around Severus's neck, putting his thumbs under Severus's chin, "I love you Severus."
"I love you too, Remus..." Severus ended the statement with a kiss, "but could you please remove your hands from my throat. I keep thinking that any second you're going to strangle me."