Okay, these next two chapters take a break from angst. Why? I'm in a good
mood.
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"What are you doing?"
Remus spun around quickly; caught. It was Severus Snape. Of course, he would be the only one snooping around in the potion's classroom past hours. "H ... hallo, Severus. How's you?"
"What are you doing?" Snape asked again, sharply.
"Oh, I, um, forgot something." Remus remembered the vial he had been holding, and hid it obviously behind his back. Snape feigned a step to his right, and swiftly snatched the jar from Remus.
"Nightshade ..." Snape wondered aloud. He looked up. "Hope this wasn't meant for me ..." Remus shifted, uncomfortable. "No, you wouldn't. What's wrong, Lupin?" Remus remained silent. "Don't tell me you've finally realized that all your friends are actually fiends and decided to off yourself?" Remus crossed his arms, gazing uncomfortably away from Severus. "Merlin ..." he stared at the vial, and then back at Remus. "Where did you get this? It wasn't just, lying about, was it?" Remus nodded slowly. "What idiot – good luck for you, then, I suppose."
"Why are you here, Severus?" Remus asked quietly. He was cornered, and had no way of escaping until the obnoxious Slytherin moved from the doorway.
"I actually have forgotten something, Lupin. And a good thing, too ..." Snape watched Remus squirm with uneasiness. "If you want to leave, I won't stop you. But you're not taking this with you." Remus hesitated before walking forward, intending to grab the jar and run. Before he could, Snape had wrenched the lid off. The werewolf stopped, unsure of how Severus would proceed. "Incendio."
"You can't do that!" Remus lunged forward, too late. "That's very expensive."
"Yes; it's imported. Though not hard to obtain. Unfortunately." Remus gulped, watching, destitute, as his glorious plans smoldered into a pile of ashes. "Sorry, Lupin."
"Good night, Severus." Remus muttered as he ran out into the classroom and towards the hall. Snape caught the fleeing werewolf by the robes as he passed by.
"Why would you do that to yourself?" I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave." Severus asked, masking any concern with quiet contempt.
"Sod off, Snivellus." Remus couldn't think of anything better to say, and instantly regretted his words.
"That does hurt." Snape sneered. "From you. Resorting to the clever endearment created by your lovely friends –"
"I'm sorry, Severus. I am. Really." He took a long breath. "I'm in a bad way. I could do without the interrogation."
"Oh?" Snape was surprised at the ease with which Remus confessed to The Enemy. "Do continue."
"I'm just ... it's personal. Don't ask. Please. Don't ask."
"Fine." Severus loosened his grip, allowing Remus to leave. "But whatever it is, I'm sure it's not worthy of all this drama."
"How would you know?" Remus mumbled, straightening his garments.
"Because nothing personal is worth dying for. Besides ..." Severus paused, uncertain. "You don't have to spend all your time with them, you know."
"And whom do you propose I spend it with, you?" Remus smiled awkwardly. "That's laughable."
"I'm just saying," Snape replied defensively, "you do have ... options." Remus watched the other boy for a moment, thinking.
"Ta. Ta, Severus." He rolled his shoulders and walked into the empty corridor. "Thanks a lot."
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I know this is very formulaic, but isn't that the point of slashy fanfiction? Everyone always ends up screwing at the end, regardless.
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"What are you doing?"
Remus spun around quickly; caught. It was Severus Snape. Of course, he would be the only one snooping around in the potion's classroom past hours. "H ... hallo, Severus. How's you?"
"What are you doing?" Snape asked again, sharply.
"Oh, I, um, forgot something." Remus remembered the vial he had been holding, and hid it obviously behind his back. Snape feigned a step to his right, and swiftly snatched the jar from Remus.
"Nightshade ..." Snape wondered aloud. He looked up. "Hope this wasn't meant for me ..." Remus shifted, uncomfortable. "No, you wouldn't. What's wrong, Lupin?" Remus remained silent. "Don't tell me you've finally realized that all your friends are actually fiends and decided to off yourself?" Remus crossed his arms, gazing uncomfortably away from Severus. "Merlin ..." he stared at the vial, and then back at Remus. "Where did you get this? It wasn't just, lying about, was it?" Remus nodded slowly. "What idiot – good luck for you, then, I suppose."
"Why are you here, Severus?" Remus asked quietly. He was cornered, and had no way of escaping until the obnoxious Slytherin moved from the doorway.
"I actually have forgotten something, Lupin. And a good thing, too ..." Snape watched Remus squirm with uneasiness. "If you want to leave, I won't stop you. But you're not taking this with you." Remus hesitated before walking forward, intending to grab the jar and run. Before he could, Snape had wrenched the lid off. The werewolf stopped, unsure of how Severus would proceed. "Incendio."
"You can't do that!" Remus lunged forward, too late. "That's very expensive."
"Yes; it's imported. Though not hard to obtain. Unfortunately." Remus gulped, watching, destitute, as his glorious plans smoldered into a pile of ashes. "Sorry, Lupin."
"Good night, Severus." Remus muttered as he ran out into the classroom and towards the hall. Snape caught the fleeing werewolf by the robes as he passed by.
"Why would you do that to yourself?" I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave." Severus asked, masking any concern with quiet contempt.
"Sod off, Snivellus." Remus couldn't think of anything better to say, and instantly regretted his words.
"That does hurt." Snape sneered. "From you. Resorting to the clever endearment created by your lovely friends –"
"I'm sorry, Severus. I am. Really." He took a long breath. "I'm in a bad way. I could do without the interrogation."
"Oh?" Snape was surprised at the ease with which Remus confessed to The Enemy. "Do continue."
"I'm just ... it's personal. Don't ask. Please. Don't ask."
"Fine." Severus loosened his grip, allowing Remus to leave. "But whatever it is, I'm sure it's not worthy of all this drama."
"How would you know?" Remus mumbled, straightening his garments.
"Because nothing personal is worth dying for. Besides ..." Severus paused, uncertain. "You don't have to spend all your time with them, you know."
"And whom do you propose I spend it with, you?" Remus smiled awkwardly. "That's laughable."
"I'm just saying," Snape replied defensively, "you do have ... options." Remus watched the other boy for a moment, thinking.
"Ta. Ta, Severus." He rolled his shoulders and walked into the empty corridor. "Thanks a lot."
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I know this is very formulaic, but isn't that the point of slashy fanfiction? Everyone always ends up screwing at the end, regardless.