The next day arrived and he had finally, officially come to the conclusion that he did indeed have feelings for Lupin. There was still a bit of hate, but it was only towards himself for being in love with Lupin. Actually, he just hated love altogether.
After a long while of thinking, a thought blossomed in Snape's head. He could go and visit Lupin tonight. But he would need a reason why. He laughed as he pictured himself knocking on Lupin's door: Hello Lupin, I'm in love with you. Lets have sex.
If he were to go to Lupin's office tonight, what would he say? What would he do? What kind of excuse would he use? It would have to be important, otherwise Lupin would be suspicious. After all, he WAS supposed to be the bastard that almost got ripped apart by the damn werewolf when he was a child; who wouldn't get over the grudge. He thought about asking Lupin about when he would need Wolvsbane, but brushed it off, He would probably use that later.
He thought long and hard, until he realized that Lupin hadn't told him why he had come to visit. Lupin had apologized for the late visit-- and a late visit it was. What would have happened if Snape hadn't got out of bed? Would Lupin have walked in on him while he was wearing nothing but socks and underwear? Or would he have awakened him to tell him what it was he was going to say?
He decided that he would go to Lupin's office and ask him why he had come over that night. Especially at that time. He remembered Lupin saying, "Give me some ideas, perhaps. Or maybe even… show me." And then he smirked. Lupin smirking. And it wasn't any ordinary smirk either; it was what one would describe as… unpredictable, gratuitous, dangerous, devious, scheming, eye-catching, humiliating, strange… well basically… sexy.
He sighed. His mind was probably playing tricks on him again. Making him think that things Lupin did, (even if they appeared normal) were meant to be sexual. Perhaps with that smirk he was trying to convince Snape to be more careful about is actions so he didn't have to be in debt so often. That was probably it. The smug bastard was mocking him.
He grabbed his wand, sat up from his desk and strode out the room, slamming his dungeon door behind him.
*******
Severus stood, with his back against the outside of Remus Lupin's office doorframe, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't decide whether he would go in or not. He spun around, and lifted his hand to knock on the door, but pulled his hand away before his knuckles hit the wood. He tried again and pulled his hand away again and sighed. He couldn't do it. He was too nervous.
"Goddamn werewolf." He groaned, turning to leave, when the back of his heel hit the bottom of the door making a distinct knocking sound. He yelped for a second, holding up his heel and rubbing it, and then the door opened. He froze.
"Severus?" Lupin said, stunned, looking around from the side of the door. Severus froze, wondering why he had even come over in the first place.
"Uh," Snape blurted, lowering his foot back to the ground, and stood straight.
"Lupin." Snape muttered. He must have looked really stupid. He stared strangely back as Lupin smiled.
"Good to see you! Come in." He said, cheerfully, opening his door and walking to his desk. Snape hesitantly walked in. Lupin's room was a little larger than his, and it was full of strange objects and creatures. There was a tank filled with water and a water demon… must be a Grindylow. He continued behind Lupin, arms at his sides as he walked slowly, inspecting everything with care. Lupin looked up, a cup of tea in one hand.
"So what brings you here, Severus?"
There was something about Lupin's voice that told him that Lupin already knew.
"Why were you at my office late last night?"
Lupin suddenly did something very strange. As he went to swallow a mouth full of tea, he choked on it a bit, and spun around so Snape wouldn't see him. He placed his cup back on his desk, and turned to face Snape again.
"I meant to ask you something, but it is of no matter anymore." Lupin muttered, as he walked towards his desk, and sat down.
"It could be," Snape said, watching Lupin closely.
"If you came at such a late hour last night, it must have been important." Snape asked, pressing the subject onwards.
"It wasn't important."
"Ye-"
"Why did you …really… come here, Severus?" Lupin asked mildly, looking down at a few papers of his desk, and raising his quill. Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Alright… what do you want in return for saving my life?" Snape groaned. Lupin offered him another smile.
"Well that seems like a true reason." He grinned. Snape glared back at him.
"I'll tell you when I think of something." Lupin said simply. Snape sighed.
"I was wondering though…" Lupin said thoughtfully.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Nothing."
"A day and a night, and you've thought of nothing?"
"Neither have you, apparently." Snape said before he quickly turned to study something on Lupin's shelf. Lupin chuckled.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Lupin suggested, sitting up from his chair holding his empty cup. Snape thought for a moment. It wouldn't kill him. After all, he was out of tea bags himself.
"Why not." Snape groaned. He had said this sarcastically, but Lupin hadn't seemed to notice. Lupin just simply smiled again, as he pulled out an old pot and tea bags, tapped it with his wand, a blast of steam whistled out the end.
"Tea is wonderful for late nights. I'm going to be needing lots of energy tonight."
Snape was visited with a strange idea. Why would Lupin need a lot of energy at night?
"What for?" He asked suddenly.
"All of that Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, and some other things." Lupin said, pouring the cups, and handing one to Snape. Lupin conjured a chair, behind Snape, who sat in it.
"How about you Severus? What do you enjoy doing at night?" Lupin said, taking a quiet sip, and making eye contact with him as he spoke.
"I mark homework, I like to read a good novel, have privacy, and be as far away as I can from the nearest werewolf." Snape said calmly, before taking a sip as well. Lupin sniggered quietly.
"Ah yes, werewolves." Lupin said attentively.
"Very dangerous creatures," Lupin said calmly, flipping through a few papers on his desk.
"You don't want to be near them when they're hungry, or they just might get what they want."
Snape raised his eyebrows.
"They love the smell of fear," Lupin continued.
"And lust." he flicked his eyes up at Snape for a moment, and then back down at his papers.
"They have an exceptionally strong sense of smell and taste," Lupin added, as he took another sip.
"They love the taste of men,"
"--Very intriguing subject…" Snape interrupted with a weak attempt to sound sarcastic, eyes wide open, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. Was Lupin… flirting with him? He blinked at the suggestion of sexuality.
"Are you afraid of werewolves, Severus?" Lupin suddenly asked.
"I suppose. Being ripped apart isn't one of my favorite past times." He said in a mockingly cynical tone.
Lupin took another gentle sip of his tea.
"Are you afraid of me?"
"No." Snape muttered quietly. Then Lupin smirked and laughed softly. It was the same smirk that he had given him last night. Lupin stood up from his desk, and Snape jumped in reaction, spilling some tea on his crotch. Still being extremely hot, it burnt him mildly but he refrained from making any noise.
"Something wrong?" Lupin said, curiously, walking to his sink to empty the teacup. He walked back over to Snape, and spotted the tea spill.
"Let me fix that for you." Lupin said, pointing his wand at Snape's crotch. Snape raised his eyebrows, and turned very red.
"Ledrimios" He muttered, jabbing the wand into the material. Snape jumped.
"What are you doing!?" He said suddenly.
"Fixing that tea stain." He said, placing his wand back into his cloak. As Lupin had said, the tea stain had quickly vanished. Lupin simply smiled as Snape gave him a look of utter astonishment.
"Handy little spell." He said.
"I could have taken care of that myself." Snape said.
"My mistake." Lupin said, smirking.
"Are you finished your tea?" He asked. Snape nodded, sat up and put it on Lupin's desk. Then he went to sit down again.
"I've heard that you were interested in my profession." Lupin said, calmly, leaning against his desk, and looking down at Snape who sat feeling rather nervous in the chair in front of him.
"You know nothing about me." Snape snapped.
"On the contrary," Lupin grinned.
"I know more about you that you would think." Lupin continued, and by the look of it, he was admiring the reddish glow growing darker of Snape's face.
"Like what?" He snapped.
"I could amaze you." Lupin grinned.
"Try me."
"Your favorite color is black and also the type of color that you… obviously prefer for clothing, your favorite meal is roasted turkey with a side of Caesar salad, and white wine, and I don't believe that you have ever been in a romantic relationship in your entire life."
Snape looked back at him, flabbergasted.
"And why, may I ask, would any of that matter to you?" Snape gazed at him narrow-eyed.
"I happen to find potion masters to be quite fascinating. You, in particular." Lupin smiled pleasurably, taking a step forward. Snape backed himself into his chair.
"Lupin, what do you want from me?" Snape asked quietly, standing up and backing away from Lupin until he reached the bookshelf.
"I've made my decision," He said.
"And what's that?" Snape said, his back pressed against the wall, as Lupin finally stopped, only two feet away from him, Lupin's amber eyes gazing into Snape's cold black ones. Lupin chortled quietly.
"You."
After a long while of thinking, a thought blossomed in Snape's head. He could go and visit Lupin tonight. But he would need a reason why. He laughed as he pictured himself knocking on Lupin's door: Hello Lupin, I'm in love with you. Lets have sex.
If he were to go to Lupin's office tonight, what would he say? What would he do? What kind of excuse would he use? It would have to be important, otherwise Lupin would be suspicious. After all, he WAS supposed to be the bastard that almost got ripped apart by the damn werewolf when he was a child; who wouldn't get over the grudge. He thought about asking Lupin about when he would need Wolvsbane, but brushed it off, He would probably use that later.
He thought long and hard, until he realized that Lupin hadn't told him why he had come to visit. Lupin had apologized for the late visit-- and a late visit it was. What would have happened if Snape hadn't got out of bed? Would Lupin have walked in on him while he was wearing nothing but socks and underwear? Or would he have awakened him to tell him what it was he was going to say?
He decided that he would go to Lupin's office and ask him why he had come over that night. Especially at that time. He remembered Lupin saying, "Give me some ideas, perhaps. Or maybe even… show me." And then he smirked. Lupin smirking. And it wasn't any ordinary smirk either; it was what one would describe as… unpredictable, gratuitous, dangerous, devious, scheming, eye-catching, humiliating, strange… well basically… sexy.
He sighed. His mind was probably playing tricks on him again. Making him think that things Lupin did, (even if they appeared normal) were meant to be sexual. Perhaps with that smirk he was trying to convince Snape to be more careful about is actions so he didn't have to be in debt so often. That was probably it. The smug bastard was mocking him.
He grabbed his wand, sat up from his desk and strode out the room, slamming his dungeon door behind him.
*******
Severus stood, with his back against the outside of Remus Lupin's office doorframe, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't decide whether he would go in or not. He spun around, and lifted his hand to knock on the door, but pulled his hand away before his knuckles hit the wood. He tried again and pulled his hand away again and sighed. He couldn't do it. He was too nervous.
"Goddamn werewolf." He groaned, turning to leave, when the back of his heel hit the bottom of the door making a distinct knocking sound. He yelped for a second, holding up his heel and rubbing it, and then the door opened. He froze.
"Severus?" Lupin said, stunned, looking around from the side of the door. Severus froze, wondering why he had even come over in the first place.
"Uh," Snape blurted, lowering his foot back to the ground, and stood straight.
"Lupin." Snape muttered. He must have looked really stupid. He stared strangely back as Lupin smiled.
"Good to see you! Come in." He said, cheerfully, opening his door and walking to his desk. Snape hesitantly walked in. Lupin's room was a little larger than his, and it was full of strange objects and creatures. There was a tank filled with water and a water demon… must be a Grindylow. He continued behind Lupin, arms at his sides as he walked slowly, inspecting everything with care. Lupin looked up, a cup of tea in one hand.
"So what brings you here, Severus?"
There was something about Lupin's voice that told him that Lupin already knew.
"Why were you at my office late last night?"
Lupin suddenly did something very strange. As he went to swallow a mouth full of tea, he choked on it a bit, and spun around so Snape wouldn't see him. He placed his cup back on his desk, and turned to face Snape again.
"I meant to ask you something, but it is of no matter anymore." Lupin muttered, as he walked towards his desk, and sat down.
"It could be," Snape said, watching Lupin closely.
"If you came at such a late hour last night, it must have been important." Snape asked, pressing the subject onwards.
"It wasn't important."
"Ye-"
"Why did you …really… come here, Severus?" Lupin asked mildly, looking down at a few papers of his desk, and raising his quill. Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Alright… what do you want in return for saving my life?" Snape groaned. Lupin offered him another smile.
"Well that seems like a true reason." He grinned. Snape glared back at him.
"I'll tell you when I think of something." Lupin said simply. Snape sighed.
"I was wondering though…" Lupin said thoughtfully.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Nothing."
"A day and a night, and you've thought of nothing?"
"Neither have you, apparently." Snape said before he quickly turned to study something on Lupin's shelf. Lupin chuckled.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Lupin suggested, sitting up from his chair holding his empty cup. Snape thought for a moment. It wouldn't kill him. After all, he was out of tea bags himself.
"Why not." Snape groaned. He had said this sarcastically, but Lupin hadn't seemed to notice. Lupin just simply smiled again, as he pulled out an old pot and tea bags, tapped it with his wand, a blast of steam whistled out the end.
"Tea is wonderful for late nights. I'm going to be needing lots of energy tonight."
Snape was visited with a strange idea. Why would Lupin need a lot of energy at night?
"What for?" He asked suddenly.
"All of that Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, and some other things." Lupin said, pouring the cups, and handing one to Snape. Lupin conjured a chair, behind Snape, who sat in it.
"How about you Severus? What do you enjoy doing at night?" Lupin said, taking a quiet sip, and making eye contact with him as he spoke.
"I mark homework, I like to read a good novel, have privacy, and be as far away as I can from the nearest werewolf." Snape said calmly, before taking a sip as well. Lupin sniggered quietly.
"Ah yes, werewolves." Lupin said attentively.
"Very dangerous creatures," Lupin said calmly, flipping through a few papers on his desk.
"You don't want to be near them when they're hungry, or they just might get what they want."
Snape raised his eyebrows.
"They love the smell of fear," Lupin continued.
"And lust." he flicked his eyes up at Snape for a moment, and then back down at his papers.
"They have an exceptionally strong sense of smell and taste," Lupin added, as he took another sip.
"They love the taste of men,"
"--Very intriguing subject…" Snape interrupted with a weak attempt to sound sarcastic, eyes wide open, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. Was Lupin… flirting with him? He blinked at the suggestion of sexuality.
"Are you afraid of werewolves, Severus?" Lupin suddenly asked.
"I suppose. Being ripped apart isn't one of my favorite past times." He said in a mockingly cynical tone.
Lupin took another gentle sip of his tea.
"Are you afraid of me?"
"No." Snape muttered quietly. Then Lupin smirked and laughed softly. It was the same smirk that he had given him last night. Lupin stood up from his desk, and Snape jumped in reaction, spilling some tea on his crotch. Still being extremely hot, it burnt him mildly but he refrained from making any noise.
"Something wrong?" Lupin said, curiously, walking to his sink to empty the teacup. He walked back over to Snape, and spotted the tea spill.
"Let me fix that for you." Lupin said, pointing his wand at Snape's crotch. Snape raised his eyebrows, and turned very red.
"Ledrimios" He muttered, jabbing the wand into the material. Snape jumped.
"What are you doing!?" He said suddenly.
"Fixing that tea stain." He said, placing his wand back into his cloak. As Lupin had said, the tea stain had quickly vanished. Lupin simply smiled as Snape gave him a look of utter astonishment.
"Handy little spell." He said.
"I could have taken care of that myself." Snape said.
"My mistake." Lupin said, smirking.
"Are you finished your tea?" He asked. Snape nodded, sat up and put it on Lupin's desk. Then he went to sit down again.
"I've heard that you were interested in my profession." Lupin said, calmly, leaning against his desk, and looking down at Snape who sat feeling rather nervous in the chair in front of him.
"You know nothing about me." Snape snapped.
"On the contrary," Lupin grinned.
"I know more about you that you would think." Lupin continued, and by the look of it, he was admiring the reddish glow growing darker of Snape's face.
"Like what?" He snapped.
"I could amaze you." Lupin grinned.
"Try me."
"Your favorite color is black and also the type of color that you… obviously prefer for clothing, your favorite meal is roasted turkey with a side of Caesar salad, and white wine, and I don't believe that you have ever been in a romantic relationship in your entire life."
Snape looked back at him, flabbergasted.
"And why, may I ask, would any of that matter to you?" Snape gazed at him narrow-eyed.
"I happen to find potion masters to be quite fascinating. You, in particular." Lupin smiled pleasurably, taking a step forward. Snape backed himself into his chair.
"Lupin, what do you want from me?" Snape asked quietly, standing up and backing away from Lupin until he reached the bookshelf.
"I've made my decision," He said.
"And what's that?" Snape said, his back pressed against the wall, as Lupin finally stopped, only two feet away from him, Lupin's amber eyes gazing into Snape's cold black ones. Lupin chortled quietly.
"You."