My aplogies for the past few chapters being so short. Do not worry,
however, the following chapters will be so long, I shall have to split them
into bits.
lol
Okay... maybe not *that* long, but long-er, see?
Oh yeah! Disclaimer time: I don't own these characters, JKR does! So don't sue me! Or I shall bite you! Bewaaaaaaaaare... I can smell your brains...
Chapter 8: Severus.
He was early. Despite being five minutes late, no-one else was present. Only a few teachers were present; no doubt the others would arrive soon from their classes.
Flitwick, however was, so - with a mental shake of the head - Remus went over to sit by him.
They began to strike up a conversation on the subject of Geography, much to Remus' inly surprise: perhaps with his parental nature and short stature, one could forget that Flitwick (like most other Hogwarts teachers) was a well-read, learned man.
Snape was one of the last people to enter the Great Hall, that evening. Dumbledore had given him a searching look, which Snape hadn't responded too.
He did, however, notice Remus sitting next to Flitwick and scowled for a moment.
"Ah, Severus!" Flitwick called in a quiet tone. "Why don't you join us in our discussion... we were talking about the movement of the Earth's surface and how it affects the Magical boundaries... something you are very knowledgeable about, yes?" Turning to the werewolf, he went on, "we were having a discussion, Severus and I, only yesterday."
Remus nodded, eyes following Snape as he sat on the other side of Flitwick, carefully avoiding - or so it seemed to Remus - both pairs of eyes.
*
Gods, the last thing he wanted was for Flitwick to find out.
"Severus?" The short man came over in small steps to the Slytherin student. "Severus? Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
A nod.
It was the tenth pillow he'd exploded whilst trying out the new charm that Flitwick was trying to teach his Slytherin fourth years. Lucuis simply gave his companion a half encouraging, half amused smile. So long as Lucius didn't think ill of him, then everything would be fine. Just fine.
Then Flitwick had come along.
"Don't put so much emoton into it, Severus..." The wizened dwarf said quietly. "Just... imagine it sending itself to that box, and it'll think it was it's own idea... just chanel than image through your wand and when you say the words..." Flitwicks kind voice was helping immensely. "It'll simply tell it that *now* is the time for it to do just that, yes?"
Snape tried.
The pillow exploded.
"Again," the teacher nodded firmly. Snape sighed.
He tried.
The pillow exploded.
He kept on pushing, for some strange reason, until on the thirty-fifth pillow altogether, he managed to make it fly directly on top of the class' neat stack.
Flitwick beamed. "There! Knew you could do it!"
*
Quite amazed, Remus nodded.
He had never heard Snape say anything so long without any sneers or sarcastic remarks. So the old Charms teacher was right all along: Snape *did* know quite a bit on this subject.
"It's a pity they don't teach it at school," Remus remarked. Flitwick nodded vehemntly; Snape only took a sip of his juice. "Such things could be useful when it comes to the Theory... It's a shame that such things are missed out."
"Well, after Grindlewald," Snape drawled, "the subject of Magical boundaries could always be thwarted by such 'Dark' wizards."
"Ridiculous, really," Flitwick added. "Anything can be thwarted by the right person... or wrong person in that case. But it does raise an issue over what we teach our young... besids, any that really wish to study it, will, in my opinion. They will find out how to dig out such information and where to dig it from."
Snape shrugged.
"Another way of keeping the knowledgeable select," the man said, now sarcastic. Remus smiled slightly as he watched the Potions Master place a forkful of food into his mouth. A sudden glance at him - with a raised eybrow - and Remus shook his head slightly. Snape chewed slowly, before swallowing and saying, "I never knew you were so interested in the Boundaries, Lupin."
"Oh well... one of my hidden talents, I suppose," he grinned wearily.
Snape gave him a look. Or rather, not a look, as his face remained carefully blank, but watchful. "Ah, yes.. of course, how could I not have known."
He continued to eat. Professor Sinistra, on his other side, began to talk in earnest with him.
"You know," Flitwick went on, chewing heartily, "it wouldn't hurt if you and Severus could perhaps enlighten one another with each of your particular areas of expertise in the subject of Maegick."
Remus raised both eyebrows. "Oh?"
"Yes indeed... you are both quite different, in your ways... it would help you both immensely, I think, if you were to converse with one another. You are both intellectuals in fields of study rarely stumbled upon. But that is my personal opinion..." A drink from his goblet, before he went on, "and Severus happens to be the owner of an extensive book, covering most of the concerned, rarely metioned topics... well worth reading. Huge, though, I must warn you." He chuckled.
Flitwick continued eating, somehow managing (much like Dumbledore did) not to get food stuck in his beard. As he did so, Remus continued to look at Snape,as the man spoke in his quiet tenor to Sinistra.
With Sirius not readily available, Remus thought it was an interesting proposal.
And it would give him the chance to hand the photo over.
He continued to eat, thoughtfully.
* * *
--Black hair drifted across his face, his neck and upper torso; skilled fingers probed and stroked his skin. He felt his back arch. He felt his mouth open. He heard the sounds issuing from it, without truly realising it was he who was making the noise. The tongue of his unknown partner traced his nipples, the finely etched contours of his abdomen muscle, visible on the surface. It wound it's way in circles down his body, finally stopping at... he screamed as teeth gently closed their way around it and a quick tongue stroked and teased it. Any moment now, he was dimly aware of the thought running through his head. It will all come out any moment now...--
He gasped and sat up in his bed, the sheets twisted round his form, breath heavy, air filled with the scent of his own sweat.
"Oh..." He put his forehead in one hand, noting his erection.
**Damn**
It was still relatively early in the night, considering; he had only been asleep for three hours. He groaned to himself as he realised that despite the fact his erection was going down, semen was on the sheets.
Wrenching the lowest layer away from the others, he dumped it near the door, acutely aware of the fact that he must have taken off his bedclothes in his sleep. Swearing - for it was cold - he went back to the bed and tried to make himself comfortable beneath the remaining sheets.
...
--A long, pale hand, spread lazily across his chest. Shifting slightly, Remus turned and looked down to see someone - face covered with their long, black hair - lying on him, sprawled across one side. Ever so tenderly, he lifted a few of the strands... just for a glimpse of his night lover's face...--
Light.
"You're not escaping me now, Moony," a familiar voice said. "*Up*... you're coming with me to stay with Lira's 'rents, remember?"
"Damn you, Padfoot!" He rubbed his eyes and turned to one side. "Damn you to hell!"
Sirius laughed.
"Can't be that bad..."
"S'not... s'thousand times worse... Alright!" He snapped. "Alright! I'm coming... I'm coming.. just give me a sec..."
*~*
Enjoyed? Damn it, review! Only, don't think I ain't grateful.... I just need to know if there is anyone else reading this... ermmm.... yeah... and to boost my ego, of course ; )
lol
Okay... maybe not *that* long, but long-er, see?
Oh yeah! Disclaimer time: I don't own these characters, JKR does! So don't sue me! Or I shall bite you! Bewaaaaaaaaare... I can smell your brains...
Chapter 8: Severus.
He was early. Despite being five minutes late, no-one else was present. Only a few teachers were present; no doubt the others would arrive soon from their classes.
Flitwick, however was, so - with a mental shake of the head - Remus went over to sit by him.
They began to strike up a conversation on the subject of Geography, much to Remus' inly surprise: perhaps with his parental nature and short stature, one could forget that Flitwick (like most other Hogwarts teachers) was a well-read, learned man.
Snape was one of the last people to enter the Great Hall, that evening. Dumbledore had given him a searching look, which Snape hadn't responded too.
He did, however, notice Remus sitting next to Flitwick and scowled for a moment.
"Ah, Severus!" Flitwick called in a quiet tone. "Why don't you join us in our discussion... we were talking about the movement of the Earth's surface and how it affects the Magical boundaries... something you are very knowledgeable about, yes?" Turning to the werewolf, he went on, "we were having a discussion, Severus and I, only yesterday."
Remus nodded, eyes following Snape as he sat on the other side of Flitwick, carefully avoiding - or so it seemed to Remus - both pairs of eyes.
*
Gods, the last thing he wanted was for Flitwick to find out.
"Severus?" The short man came over in small steps to the Slytherin student. "Severus? Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
A nod.
It was the tenth pillow he'd exploded whilst trying out the new charm that Flitwick was trying to teach his Slytherin fourth years. Lucuis simply gave his companion a half encouraging, half amused smile. So long as Lucius didn't think ill of him, then everything would be fine. Just fine.
Then Flitwick had come along.
"Don't put so much emoton into it, Severus..." The wizened dwarf said quietly. "Just... imagine it sending itself to that box, and it'll think it was it's own idea... just chanel than image through your wand and when you say the words..." Flitwicks kind voice was helping immensely. "It'll simply tell it that *now* is the time for it to do just that, yes?"
Snape tried.
The pillow exploded.
"Again," the teacher nodded firmly. Snape sighed.
He tried.
The pillow exploded.
He kept on pushing, for some strange reason, until on the thirty-fifth pillow altogether, he managed to make it fly directly on top of the class' neat stack.
Flitwick beamed. "There! Knew you could do it!"
*
Quite amazed, Remus nodded.
He had never heard Snape say anything so long without any sneers or sarcastic remarks. So the old Charms teacher was right all along: Snape *did* know quite a bit on this subject.
"It's a pity they don't teach it at school," Remus remarked. Flitwick nodded vehemntly; Snape only took a sip of his juice. "Such things could be useful when it comes to the Theory... It's a shame that such things are missed out."
"Well, after Grindlewald," Snape drawled, "the subject of Magical boundaries could always be thwarted by such 'Dark' wizards."
"Ridiculous, really," Flitwick added. "Anything can be thwarted by the right person... or wrong person in that case. But it does raise an issue over what we teach our young... besids, any that really wish to study it, will, in my opinion. They will find out how to dig out such information and where to dig it from."
Snape shrugged.
"Another way of keeping the knowledgeable select," the man said, now sarcastic. Remus smiled slightly as he watched the Potions Master place a forkful of food into his mouth. A sudden glance at him - with a raised eybrow - and Remus shook his head slightly. Snape chewed slowly, before swallowing and saying, "I never knew you were so interested in the Boundaries, Lupin."
"Oh well... one of my hidden talents, I suppose," he grinned wearily.
Snape gave him a look. Or rather, not a look, as his face remained carefully blank, but watchful. "Ah, yes.. of course, how could I not have known."
He continued to eat. Professor Sinistra, on his other side, began to talk in earnest with him.
"You know," Flitwick went on, chewing heartily, "it wouldn't hurt if you and Severus could perhaps enlighten one another with each of your particular areas of expertise in the subject of Maegick."
Remus raised both eyebrows. "Oh?"
"Yes indeed... you are both quite different, in your ways... it would help you both immensely, I think, if you were to converse with one another. You are both intellectuals in fields of study rarely stumbled upon. But that is my personal opinion..." A drink from his goblet, before he went on, "and Severus happens to be the owner of an extensive book, covering most of the concerned, rarely metioned topics... well worth reading. Huge, though, I must warn you." He chuckled.
Flitwick continued eating, somehow managing (much like Dumbledore did) not to get food stuck in his beard. As he did so, Remus continued to look at Snape,as the man spoke in his quiet tenor to Sinistra.
With Sirius not readily available, Remus thought it was an interesting proposal.
And it would give him the chance to hand the photo over.
He continued to eat, thoughtfully.
* * *
--Black hair drifted across his face, his neck and upper torso; skilled fingers probed and stroked his skin. He felt his back arch. He felt his mouth open. He heard the sounds issuing from it, without truly realising it was he who was making the noise. The tongue of his unknown partner traced his nipples, the finely etched contours of his abdomen muscle, visible on the surface. It wound it's way in circles down his body, finally stopping at... he screamed as teeth gently closed their way around it and a quick tongue stroked and teased it. Any moment now, he was dimly aware of the thought running through his head. It will all come out any moment now...--
He gasped and sat up in his bed, the sheets twisted round his form, breath heavy, air filled with the scent of his own sweat.
"Oh..." He put his forehead in one hand, noting his erection.
**Damn**
It was still relatively early in the night, considering; he had only been asleep for three hours. He groaned to himself as he realised that despite the fact his erection was going down, semen was on the sheets.
Wrenching the lowest layer away from the others, he dumped it near the door, acutely aware of the fact that he must have taken off his bedclothes in his sleep. Swearing - for it was cold - he went back to the bed and tried to make himself comfortable beneath the remaining sheets.
...
--A long, pale hand, spread lazily across his chest. Shifting slightly, Remus turned and looked down to see someone - face covered with their long, black hair - lying on him, sprawled across one side. Ever so tenderly, he lifted a few of the strands... just for a glimpse of his night lover's face...--
Light.
"You're not escaping me now, Moony," a familiar voice said. "*Up*... you're coming with me to stay with Lira's 'rents, remember?"
"Damn you, Padfoot!" He rubbed his eyes and turned to one side. "Damn you to hell!"
Sirius laughed.
"Can't be that bad..."
"S'not... s'thousand times worse... Alright!" He snapped. "Alright! I'm coming... I'm coming.. just give me a sec..."
*~*
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