Denial
Disclaimer: Don't own HP.
AN: I got so tired of the usual HPxDM and HGxSS stories. There's a billion other characters that are ignored, so I'm taking a shot a slash. Now, I don't think any of the characters are gay/bi or pedophiles, because J.K. would have mentioned that, but the amount of really bad fics has encouraged me to try writing a good one. Maybe a one shot, maybe not-let me know what you think. By the way, I think Professor SproutxNeville would be fascinating, but I don't know how to write that, so I'm challenging anyone that reads this to try.
"It's gettin' late," he said, glancing through the window at the full moon, which was starting to sink into the west. The sky was still black as onyx though.
"Not late for me," another responded, following the first's gaze to the radiant orb. Sighing, he muttered "I think I might regret this come morning. There were things I might have gotten done. Now it has to wait until the next full moon."
"Well, you're always up the whole night."
"Actually, that wasn't until...this happened."
The first blushed, ruddy color covering his round cheeks. He started to stammer some answer, but his lover laughed, soft, lacking the usual iciness. Two pairs of dark eyes gleamed in the cool moonlight, one with sarcastic amusement, the other with a coy affection.
"Still, you ought to go back to the castle."
"You don't want me here, hmm?" The ophidian eyes scintillated more brightly, delighting in the other's discomfort. Hurt, the first said "You know it isn't that..."
"You don't want people to know. I understand; they would not."
With a sigh, he faced his paramour and reached out with one clumsy hand to smooth the black locks, but withdrew at the annoyed expression on his lover's face. He could understand what there was to be upset about. After all, both wanted discretion.
"Tell me something," the black-haired one demanded, more than requested, "you had an opportunity to leave Hogwarts, to save the world and your precious Potter. You had power, an advantage, yet you chose to stay here. Why?"
"I'm a simple man, like you say all the time. Bein' royalty's too much for me. I'm happy at Hogwarts."
"I'll never understand you." This was said in a lachrymose, disdainful manner, even as the speaker began massaging g his broad shoulders. The first, the sable-haired man, did not react to this, watching the moon again with an uncommonly pensive air.
"You do understand me. Just don't..don't-"
"Empathize?"
"Erm...I think that's the word. Yeah." With a wry twist to his lips, the black-haired man changed the caress subtly, running over the flesh with sharp nails. The recipient flinched.
"Sev'rus!"
Snape smirked, saying "That's what you deserve. After spending so much time with me, I would think your vocabulary might have improved." This apparently struck a nerve, for the other man tensed and stood up. He sighed loudly again, meandering to the window. Shoving his tangled tresses from his face, he pressed his face against the glass. Severus remained in bed, waiting for some remark.
"We aren't so different."
"Yes, yes, we are. You just won't look at it that way."
"Sev'rus, still think you ought to...go now."
"Hope you're still happy," Severus snapped. He grabbed his robes, and pulled them on, the only thing he had worn. Angrily, he tugged on his boots, tucking the strings into the shoes rather than tying them. Finally, he put a thick, wool cloak over his lean shoulders, clasped with a plain, circular pin. He did his best to tidy his hair himself. When he failed, Severus yanked the hood over his face. His shoes thudded heavily upon the floor, and then they could hear as Snape turned the lock, opened the door. An arctic breeze blew in; Snape shivered but did not go immediately.
"Good night, Rubeus."
"Night, Sev'rus."