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THE ENEMIES

: Lucille Lee

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SUMMARY: One midsummer night, Remus tells Harry how Sirius and Severus' enmity intensified. Sirius/Severus Sirius/Remus Severus/OC WIP

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WARNING: Rated R for Yaoi and violence. So if that is not your cup of tea, you know which button to click, right?

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CHAPTER 3

THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER

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It was yet another sleepless night for Sirius.

But unlike the one before, he didn't spend it in anguish and pain. In fact, he felt very pleasant. It was something that he… he wasn't sure that he felt about it. It was happiness… no, that was too soppy a term for what he felt. It was more like… excitement… a feeling that something was happening in his life… that he wasn't lonely anymore. A strange feeling that he had found someone…

He turned over to his right and his eyes fell on Remus. The boys didn't usually draw curtains. He liked watching Remus.

Remus… all his elation evaporated at the sight of the one he had desired for some time now… someone other than Snape who knew about his… sexual interests or whatever. Someone he had been wondering on how to approach since the morning.

He suddenly felt sick. What had he done? Snape was a Dark Wizard – possibly one of the Death-Eaters… and he, Sirius Black had made out with him. James… he would have to lie to James, too…

He took a deep breath and sat up.

Merlin! What had he gotten himself into?

He would not go to see Snape tonight, he decided, looking at the sleeping form of his werewolf friend and at James and Peter. These were his friends and he was not going to betray them. He was not going to do this. He would not go to meet Sirius tonight.

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"I wondered what I was supposed to do," said Remus, "I briefly considered telling him that I knew about him and Snape. But I wasn't sure how he'd react. I feared that he would accuse me of spying or something."

"He won't have. I know Sirius. He would never have accused you or anything."

Remus sighed and leant against the headboard.

"He won't have… I realize that now. But I was scared then. Sirius was no more the guy I knew. I mean he had made out with Snape and all… I wasn't sure at all."

"You ought to have talked to him. Sirius would never have told you about him and Snape by himself."

"That was my mistake, I suppose," said Remus, examining his fingers, "I never mentioned it. Sirius, as you correctly read him, also kept quiet

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Sirius couldn't concentrate on any of his classes. He kept stealing glances at Remus and wondering what he was supposed to do.

Potions was hell. Especially when Professor Simons paired him up with Snivellus… Snape. He determinedly avoided James' eyes, knowing that he would NOT be able to play any trick on Snape.

"Unless you want to kill us both," drawled out Snape, idly fingering his knife, "you will add belladonna after you stir three times."

Sirius swore angrily as he glanced up at the board and put the belladonna aside.

"I hate you, Snape," he declared, stirring the potion.

"Anything new to tell me, Black?"

"I hate you so much!" Sirius wasn't sure who he was trying to convince with that. Most probably himself

"Touchy, Black."

"And I am not meeting you tonight – or any other night. I swear I will hex you to hell if you tell anyone one thing about… yesterday. Got that?"

Snape did nothing more than roll his eyes.

Sirius attacked the lotus-stem viciously with his knife.

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He realized that he didn't want to keep away from Snape. He… wanted to be with him… very much. He couldn't explain his strong urge. All he knew was that he really did want to feel… like it had felt yesterday. It was intoxicating… like an addiction… he wanted to feel it again… so much…

Somehow, he was sure that Snape would be there in spite of what he had said to him.

He was terribly disappointed when he wasn't.

All his apprehensions and frustrations since the morning reached its peak when an hour passed but no Snape came.

Snape was SUPPOSED to be here. No matter what he said. Snape knew that he would come no matter what he said. Sirius was fuming.

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"He came back to the dormitory after an hour or so. He was very angry about something."

"What had happened?"

"Harry, you have never had the misfortune to confront a VERY angry Sirius Black. He could be like a mad dog, ready to bite off your head and hex you into the next millennia if you talked to him when he was in that mood – no matter who you were. So of course I didn't talk to him."

"Since he was so angry," said Harry, "it meant that he hadn't made out with Snape."

"My theory would be that Snape had not kept his appointment."

"You mean he had just… played around with Sirius or something?'

"I thought so at that time. But I was wrong."

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Sirius slept very badly that night. It was true that he was deep into slumber, but it was filled with nightmares – product of a very bad mood.

In the morning, he couldn't quite remember what the nightmares were – as often with nightmares – but he woke up pretty unsettled. Fortunately, it was Saturday and a Hogsmeade weekend.

"They have a new shop in Hogsmeade, Padfoot," said James, quite excited, "they sell weird things. We HAVE TO check it out."

Sirius had never said 'no' to James. But this was different. He had to settle matters with Snape today.

"I am ill," declared Sirius, not getting out of the bed.

All three of his friends looked curiously at him.

"Your cheeks are redder than normal," said Peter, "but that is just this weather, I think."

"I declare that I am ill," said Sirius, pulling up the covers closely around him. "And I will not go to Hogsmeade."

Remus looked strangely at him. For a moment, Sirius wondered if he knew about Snape…

"Moreover, mate," he said to James, "Evans won't be amused if you spend time plotting how to bother others rather than with her."

James grew serious and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I must find her."

As he went out, Sirius breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well… get well soon, I suppose?" said Remus.

"I will! Oh yes, I will!" replied Sirius, not looking at him but thinking about what hexes he would use on Snape.

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It was eleven o'clock. Sirius was sure that everyone had left for Hogsmeade. He got James' Invisibility Cloak and went out.

Luckily, no one noticed when the entrance door opened and closed. Not even the Fat Lady. She wasn't in the portrait.

Since James was the Head-Boy, he had told Sirius the way to the Slytherin Common-Room and even the password. He had bullied it out of a Slytherin first-year – but ever since Dumbledore had got wind of this, the more recent trend was staying near the entrance under the Invisibility Cloak until someone came and said the password. It also offered a chance to hex the Slytherins.

So Sirius now made his way to the Slytherin Common-Room. He wanted to make sure that Snape wasn't there.

It was stupid of him, but he saw no other option.

He said the password, risking the fact that someone might notice that the entrance opened and closed of its own accord.

Well, there were people inside, but since there were only Crabbe and Goyle who weren't engrossed in talking, it was no wonder that he got in discreetly.

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Severus wasn't a prefect. He had never been among the top students. He was the slyest and most evil student – and that was more terrible.

Sirius went inside the seventh-year dormitory, but it was empty. Since he was here, he thought that he would do some snooping anyway.

He soon found Snape's trunk and rummaged about unabashedly.

There were the usual clothing articles though all seemed second-hand except the school robes. Except that, it was filled with a myriad of books in a script he could not understand. All of these books seemed very ancient. Sirius quickly deduced that it had something to do with Dark Arts. However, there was one book which was comparatively newer looking. To his amazement, it was his journal.

Now anybody can have a journal, but Sirius felt it was something odd that Snape had a journal. He wondered what he would write about. It wasn't as if he had some 'life' to write about.

The image of Ian Richards fucking Snape rose unbidden in his mind.

Okay, so he had a 'life', but did he write about his sexual escapades in this book?

Immensely interested, Sirius sat down cross-legged on his bed, and was about to open the book when he heard footsteps on the stairs.

Pocketing the journal and closing the trunk, he quickly went to the door.

It was Snape – and Richards.

"Black and Potter have been lying too low, don't you think so?" asked Richards, locking the door behind him.

Sirius grew pale at the prospect of witnessing them fuck… and was that jealousy

"They have their reasons," said Snape, falling listlessly on the bed.

"I think they are planning something," persisted Richards, taking out his books.

"They aren't."

"How would you know?"

Snape came over to sit down on his bed. "I know. That is all that that matters. Now what was it that you didn't get about Charms?"

Sirius was extremely relieved to find out that they continued with the studies for almost two hours. After that they opened the door as other students would be on their way back.

However, he understood why they had closed the door. It wasn't just any kind of Charms they were talking about. It was Dark Arts. Though he won't admit it even to himself, Sirius was somewhat intrigued by it though he understood very little. They were talking about some spells to mark a person as your own – a very Dark binding ritual. A Dark variant of Imperius.

Sirius sat on the window seat near them all along. When other boys came in, he went to stand by the door. Luckily, one of them left the door open for enough time to allow him to slip out.

But he hadn't thought that the Common Room would be so full. It would be by sheer luck if he got out of here.

The door next to him opened again and all the boys except Severus came out. It was time for dinner. In about ten to fifteen minutes the Common Room was empty and probably all the dormitories were too. But Sirius knew that Severus was still in there – without Richards.

"You can come in now, Black."

He managed to keep the shock off his manner and face as he took off the Cloak and went in. Snape was lying on the bed, his head supported on his right hand as he was facing the door.

"An Invisibility Cloak? Where did you get that? I know your mother doesn't give you 'pocket money'. So I suppose it is Potter's?"

"It's mine. Not that you need to know about anything."

Snape just raised an eyebrow. "It was rather funny that you waited for me all evening."

"So funny is how you look at it!" Sirius could feel all his anger and frustration welling up inside him.

"Yes. And very idiotic since you told me not to come."

"You knew that I didn't mean it."

"I can't read between lines, Black."

"Why not? You can see through Invisibility Cloaks. Reading between lines shouldn't be too difficult."

"I cast a spell on the room to reveal invisible persons or objects. In case you didn't notice, you had dishevelled my immaculately made bed. And I did feel someone was staring at us."

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "Didn't Richards ask you why you had cast the spell?"

"Unlike you," said Snape, sitting up, "Ian is intelligent. He does not question me unnecessarily. In fact, he does not question me at all about what I do. We have a mutual understanding that few people can ever have. I could have killed someone for all he cared."

Sirius felt strangely jealous. So what if those two were thick as thieves? Snape was his arch-enemy.

"So? Do you want to start from where we left off?"

Ignoring the shiver of excitement that went down his spine, Sirius stepped back. "I am sure that you don't have a mutual understanding about slutting around behind your precious Ian's back. I won't want to create… complications, would I?"

Snape laughed – a low deep sound that Sirius found sexy in spite of his anger. "Slutting? There is no word like that. Ian is someone who I cannot leave – he is irreplaceable to me. But a little affair or two won't harm me or him. It is always good to have variety."

Sirius stiffened, his face darkening with anger. If he would have spoken, he would have hexed Snape to the next century. Instead, he put on his Cloak and went out.

Snape looked after him with an amused smile – more along the lines of smirk – on his face.

"You're mine now – you're mine for a while. Let's see how long before you tire of our little game. I'll be ready for you, pretty Gryffindor. I will pay you back for seven year's worth of humiliation. I will pay you back for a lot of things. Sweet, sweet revenge."

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Sirius was in a bad mood for the rest of the evening. When night came, he did not sleep. As he had sat down on his bed, he had felt something hard against his thigh. Snape's journal.

Making sure that everyone in the dormitory was asleep, he went down to the Common Room. Since it had been the Hogsmeade weekend, everyone would have retired early.

Snape's spidery scrawl was somewhat illegible. But Sirius didn't care. All he wanted to find was something that he could hurt him with.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I won't hide my disappointment at the lack of reviews. Remember that I am a reader-oriented writer. Please review! I am accepting unlogged reviews now!

- Lucille.