Chapter 4: Snape's Depression
Lupin again woke but not at the sound of voices, there was a warm sensation growing in his groin area. He looked over and Tonks was not next to him. In fact she was near the end of the bed and she seemed to be giving him. "Oh 'Dora. What." Lupin breathed. "I read that guys like to be woken up with this in Glamourwitch," Tonks whispered. "Just relax." Lupin lay back and enjoyed himself but he couldn't help noticing that it was almost 12:30 in the morning. He was just starting to grow harder when there was a firm knocking at the door. Tonks jumped up and ran into the closet. Lupin got up and almost right away he no longer seemed excited.
"Severus?" Lupin stared at the greasy haired man with tired eyes. "Remus. I really don't mean to bother you so late but there's a problem. You see. I haven't been able to eat lately. Or sleep. Or anything." Snape stared vulnerably into Lupin's eyes. Lupin reached behind Snape and closed the door. "Well. why not?" Lupin looked questioningly at Snape. Snape pounced on Lupin and threw him back onto the bed. Snape ran his long fingers through Lupin's hair. Lupin felt a contraction in his stomach and felt like he was going to vomit.
Tonks stared through the cracks of the closet door. What in the world, she thought, is Remus doing? Isn't that Professor Severus Snape?
Snape kissed Lupin softly on the mouth and Lupin struggled to get the greasy man off of him. "The thing with you Remus, is you were never mean to me. When Potter and Black and Pettigrew would treat me horribly, you just sat there and never said a thing. You were just so. sophisticated," Snape had a far away look in his eye as he wrapped his arms around the poor guy. "OK! I think that's enough for one night," Tonks came out of her closet and walked over to Snape and Lupin. Snape jumped up at the sight of her and smoothed back his greasy, black hair. Lupin sat up and Tonks sat on the bed next to him. "Snape. I uh. I have a girlfriend. And I think. well I know. I love her. You and I. we could just, never work," Lupin tried his best to look apologetic. Snape indeed looked hurt. He turned away and walked out the door.
Lupin looked over at Tonks and sighed. She smiled and put her arm around him. Lupin laid his head on her shoulder and they fell backward lying on the bed.
Snape walked down the hallway toward the kitchen. Tears were burning at his eyes. Stop it, he told himself, this is childish and way more of a Hufflepuff thing to do, he thought, and he wiped his eyes.
Hermione was sitting in the kitchen at a table when Snape entered the room. She was weeping silently. Just great, he thought, that dumb mudblood girl crying to make matters worse. Snape stepped toward her and the floor creaked. She turned around startled. Most of her hair had been cut short. Clearly Mrs. Weasley had attempted to style it but bushy enough as it is, it just looked like she had gotten too close to a Blast-Ended Skrewt. Snape walked over to the table and sat down across from her. Hermione wiped her eyes and looked down. "What are you doing here, Professor?" she asked quietly. "None of your business, Granger," Snape shot back sharply. He pursed his lips and stared at her. "What happened to your hair?" he asked her a few minutes later. "Nothing," she said. A couple more minutes of silence passed when she said, "Fred Weasley." Snape looked up at her. It took him a second to realize what she was talking about. "Were you crying?" she asked him. Once again, Snape felt fury sweep over him but instead he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Why don't you save the small talk for that pathetic boyfriend of yours, Granger," Snape glared at the table. Hermione frowned and tears rolled down her face. Snape looked up and felt almost sorry for her. "Hermione." She looked up at him suddenly. "What did you say?" she asked him. "Hermione. Do you. uh. know anything about Quidditch?" he asked her. Hermione wasn't sure she understood him clearly. "Well I don't know much about playing but I've read plenty of books on the sport," she said proudly. Snape had trouble keeping himself from rolling his eyes again. "I used to play Quidditch," Snape said. He had absolutely no idea why he was telling her this but it was nice to talk to someone, even if it was that mudblood Hermione Granger. Nice to talk about anything but Lupin. "Yeah. I used to be seeker on the Slytherin team," he said quietly, more to himself than to her. "I love Quidditch players," she said excitedly. Snape stared at her and for once he didn't think of her as a filthy, little mudblood. He thought of her as. the same. Hermione stood up. She walked over to the sink and poured herself a glass of water. Snape also stood up. "My poor hair," Hermione sniffed as she stared at her reflection from the kitchen window. Snape walked over to her. For the second time that night he knew he had to be brave to show his feelings. He tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around. "I think. I think your hair. doesn't look so. it." How could he do this? There was absolutely no way. But before he could think of one more thing to say, she threw her arms around him and kissed him.
What, she thought, am I doing? Hermione closed her eyes tighter. Why have I gone so crazy for Quidditch players?
Snape kissed her softly but pulled away. "That's ten points from Gryffindor for hitting on A TEACHER! And as soon as we get back to Hogwarts you will serve detention for the entire first week," Snape glowered at her and with a swish of his robes he turned and walked out of the kitchen. A minute later, Hermione heard a slam of the door in the hall and she assumed he had left.
Lupin again woke but not at the sound of voices, there was a warm sensation growing in his groin area. He looked over and Tonks was not next to him. In fact she was near the end of the bed and she seemed to be giving him. "Oh 'Dora. What." Lupin breathed. "I read that guys like to be woken up with this in Glamourwitch," Tonks whispered. "Just relax." Lupin lay back and enjoyed himself but he couldn't help noticing that it was almost 12:30 in the morning. He was just starting to grow harder when there was a firm knocking at the door. Tonks jumped up and ran into the closet. Lupin got up and almost right away he no longer seemed excited.
"Severus?" Lupin stared at the greasy haired man with tired eyes. "Remus. I really don't mean to bother you so late but there's a problem. You see. I haven't been able to eat lately. Or sleep. Or anything." Snape stared vulnerably into Lupin's eyes. Lupin reached behind Snape and closed the door. "Well. why not?" Lupin looked questioningly at Snape. Snape pounced on Lupin and threw him back onto the bed. Snape ran his long fingers through Lupin's hair. Lupin felt a contraction in his stomach and felt like he was going to vomit.
Tonks stared through the cracks of the closet door. What in the world, she thought, is Remus doing? Isn't that Professor Severus Snape?
Snape kissed Lupin softly on the mouth and Lupin struggled to get the greasy man off of him. "The thing with you Remus, is you were never mean to me. When Potter and Black and Pettigrew would treat me horribly, you just sat there and never said a thing. You were just so. sophisticated," Snape had a far away look in his eye as he wrapped his arms around the poor guy. "OK! I think that's enough for one night," Tonks came out of her closet and walked over to Snape and Lupin. Snape jumped up at the sight of her and smoothed back his greasy, black hair. Lupin sat up and Tonks sat on the bed next to him. "Snape. I uh. I have a girlfriend. And I think. well I know. I love her. You and I. we could just, never work," Lupin tried his best to look apologetic. Snape indeed looked hurt. He turned away and walked out the door.
Lupin looked over at Tonks and sighed. She smiled and put her arm around him. Lupin laid his head on her shoulder and they fell backward lying on the bed.
Snape walked down the hallway toward the kitchen. Tears were burning at his eyes. Stop it, he told himself, this is childish and way more of a Hufflepuff thing to do, he thought, and he wiped his eyes.
Hermione was sitting in the kitchen at a table when Snape entered the room. She was weeping silently. Just great, he thought, that dumb mudblood girl crying to make matters worse. Snape stepped toward her and the floor creaked. She turned around startled. Most of her hair had been cut short. Clearly Mrs. Weasley had attempted to style it but bushy enough as it is, it just looked like she had gotten too close to a Blast-Ended Skrewt. Snape walked over to the table and sat down across from her. Hermione wiped her eyes and looked down. "What are you doing here, Professor?" she asked quietly. "None of your business, Granger," Snape shot back sharply. He pursed his lips and stared at her. "What happened to your hair?" he asked her a few minutes later. "Nothing," she said. A couple more minutes of silence passed when she said, "Fred Weasley." Snape looked up at her. It took him a second to realize what she was talking about. "Were you crying?" she asked him. Once again, Snape felt fury sweep over him but instead he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Why don't you save the small talk for that pathetic boyfriend of yours, Granger," Snape glared at the table. Hermione frowned and tears rolled down her face. Snape looked up and felt almost sorry for her. "Hermione." She looked up at him suddenly. "What did you say?" she asked him. "Hermione. Do you. uh. know anything about Quidditch?" he asked her. Hermione wasn't sure she understood him clearly. "Well I don't know much about playing but I've read plenty of books on the sport," she said proudly. Snape had trouble keeping himself from rolling his eyes again. "I used to play Quidditch," Snape said. He had absolutely no idea why he was telling her this but it was nice to talk to someone, even if it was that mudblood Hermione Granger. Nice to talk about anything but Lupin. "Yeah. I used to be seeker on the Slytherin team," he said quietly, more to himself than to her. "I love Quidditch players," she said excitedly. Snape stared at her and for once he didn't think of her as a filthy, little mudblood. He thought of her as. the same. Hermione stood up. She walked over to the sink and poured herself a glass of water. Snape also stood up. "My poor hair," Hermione sniffed as she stared at her reflection from the kitchen window. Snape walked over to her. For the second time that night he knew he had to be brave to show his feelings. He tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around. "I think. I think your hair. doesn't look so. it." How could he do this? There was absolutely no way. But before he could think of one more thing to say, she threw her arms around him and kissed him.
What, she thought, am I doing? Hermione closed her eyes tighter. Why have I gone so crazy for Quidditch players?
Snape kissed her softly but pulled away. "That's ten points from Gryffindor for hitting on A TEACHER! And as soon as we get back to Hogwarts you will serve detention for the entire first week," Snape glowered at her and with a swish of his robes he turned and walked out of the kitchen. A minute later, Hermione heard a slam of the door in the hall and she assumed he had left.