Soul Sonata

After dinner, I corner Snape on his way to the dungeons. He doesn't seem surprised, though.

"Really, Black. Your footfalls were audible from here to Ayers Rock," he snarls and I feel my temper rise. I catch his arm and jerk it back, when he tries to turn his back on me.

"What did you do with Harry?" I ask angrily and await another nasty comment, but for once he is silent and I think I see a flicker of something in his eye. Then he knees me in the crotch and I slump back to the floor.

Bastard.

Something must be wrong with him. Why did he not rant about my godson or at least offend me in some other way, aside from hurting me, of course. But even that he did not do properly, as the pain subsides quickly. The kick wasn't hard, at least not for Snape's average.

But the fact remains that there is something between him and Harry. The problem is that I cannot quite figure out what this "something" is. This annoying circumstance lets me forget that I am still in the dungeons, until I shiver. The floor down here is bloody cold.

I get up and walk back up to the entrance hall. Remus kindly waited for me there, as I do not have a clue where his chambers are. They are near the infirmary, I suppose for the possibility that the transformation exhaust Remy too much and he needs medical care. I know from the books that most werewolves do not live as long as normal wizards, even shorter than most Muggles. But then, they live without the Wolfsbane and are usually dwelling in the wilderness or some dirty place far away from the Wizarding world. Remus has it better here. I just hope he will have a longer, happier life than most of his kind.

His rooms are behind the portrait of Sir Cadogan . The password is "moon" and the knight scowls at me, before he smiles at Remus seductively. I huff at the gesture and Remy grins at me, before climbing into his rooms. I follow swiftly.

The room in that I stand is a mixture between a study and a living room. In the far left corner the walls are lined with bookshelves, full of Defence books and other material for the lessons. On the wall next to them there is a tidy desk, right on the opposite of the entrance. Left from me is a fireplace and in front of it a couch and a worn armchair I know from Remus' previous flat. There is also a rug and a coffee table.

Right from me a door leads to his bedroom. Like in the living area, the floor is light wooden and the walls white. It is sparely furnished with the same style of furniture; golden wood without much décor. There's a bed, a wardrobe and a chair, nothing more. The black canopy of the bed seems depressing to me, but somehow elegant and classically simple. Through long windows both rooms are filled with the red light of the sunset and I sigh lightly. Remus stands in the doorway and gazes at me.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask.

"Where do you want to sleep?" he asks straight forward, "Couch, bed, or bed with me?"

"I'd prefer bed – with you," I say and then my voice drops at the sight of the sunlight reflecting in his hair, "Just like before."

He smiles at me and crosses the distance between us. Then, suddenly, we are all over each other, hugging and kissing. I feel wet spots on my cheek, but I'm not sure if they are my tears or his.

He sobs, "I missed you so much..." and I cradle him against my chest, sitting down on the bed. His hands shake as he undoes the buttons of my shirt. He is sitting on my lap now, suckling at my neck and twisting my nipples between his fingers. Longingly, I stroke his exposed back and he bites my skin gently. He loved doing that, I remember all too well. I grin.

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He wraps his arms around me and pulls the blanket over us. The last thing I know, before I fall asleep, is his voice saying those three sweet words.

"I love you."

And I return, "I love you, too" before my eyes fall shut.