Author Note: I looked at what you had to say and I've decidedon acompromise.

To Empath89: Glad to hear it. Welcome, welcome, welcome. Don't worry, I update fast. This is the longest I've ever taken though

To r/s shipper: Hello, hello, hello. Love is a strong word. (ego boost)

To amura: Thanks for your vote.

Rana An Shanaan: I'm compromising. Hopefully you'll like what I'm going to do.

To Moondancer: Hello, welcome. I'm trying to ease it.

Occasus: I saw nothing wrong with my original idea either, but since everyone wants him cured. Means I'll have to re-write my ending, but at least it's going to force people to read my companion story (not written yet) It's taken a while, and my insomnia hasn't helped.

Sorry for the delay, the next should be much faster.

Chapter 11

I'm back in our room. Lupin didn't leave me. He held gratefully onto Lupin, who gently eased them into a chair. His breathing was hard, a sure sign of tiredness. He slid down and off Lupin coming to a rest on the floor in the middle of Lupin's legs, believing that he was tiring Lupin with his weight. At first he sat straight, but was soon leaning against the chair. Becoming sleepy he didn't notice his body start leaning until he'd fallen right into Lupin's right theigh. His reaction wasn't normal. It was as far from it as it was possible to be. Whether Lupin was very frightened, or very angry Snape couldn't tell when he jerked him away from sleep when he jumped up as quickly, and moved away as fast, as he did.

Getting on hands and knees he searched for Lupin, feeling the floor vibrations as Lupin moved away from him. He stopped and folded his arms around his chest. If Lupin was leaving him, he'd need some protection.

He'd been halfway asleep, and when he was halfway asleep he thought about all the horrrible things that had gone wrong in his life. It was unavoidable, and he'd been thinking on this one particular memory when he'd felt it. He listened waiting, but heard no screams this time.

Flashback

"Remus don't you love me?"

"Ari I do", he said insistantly.

"Well then", she pushed him down.

"I don't think-"

"Just let me see you", she said gently fingering his pajama pants.

"Ari-", she pulled them slightly down.

"It's been two years Remus and I-", she had them halfway down off," how did you-", she touched the scar, her eyes widening with horrified rcognition," that's not-that can't", she grabbed his arm and pushed the sleeve up. Screaming, she jumped off of him and the desk before backing away. He sat up hurriedly pulling his pants up, covering the scar.

"I should have-", he stood up and took a step foreward,"-told-"

"WWWEERRREEWWOOOLFF! HEEELP!" she screamed as she ran. Her voice getting echoey as she put more distance between them. Distance that he made no attempt to close, as he fell to his knees weeping.

Ever since that night, after Dumbledore had found her and explained, she'd hated him, avoided him, screamed and slapped him, when he tapped her on the shoulder.

End Flashback

He listened for running. I didn't come. He marveled why, until his brain kicked back on. Severus already knew. He'd already told everyone of his lycanthropy, something that Arianna had threatened to do when he took up a job involving working with people. Half of every single one of his stable paychecks had gone to her, and more than half of the remaining had gone towards Wolfsbane. It'd left very little, and Severus had told everyone anyway. The newspapers had had a field day.

Severus, who out of hate had told, loved him now. Loved him, knew, and was probably terrified. He sat down next to him, close enough so that he'd feel him there. He was grabbed instantly He'd most definitely violated Severus's sense of safety. That grip wouldn't be loosening for a while.

5 hours later, and after a very difficult piano lesson with Katie and Simon

They were sitting on his bed and when his grip finally loosened enough, he undressed into boxers and a tee-shirt, before pressing Severus's cold and clammy hand to his warm theigh. He shivered feeling the cold fingers trace his bite mark. Fingers that didn't hesitate to follow it into his boxers, but didn't follow it past where the scar was. They teasingly retraced it making him shudder slightly, before leaving his skin. He longed to see his face. To see how he'd taken it. He couldn't receive the sight, but what he did receive was a I love you kiss.

He traced it interestedly knowing exactly what it was. Lupin was shuddering. He must be scared. He leaned foreword and reassuringly kissed him. Pulling off the muggle shirt he'd been given to wear he brought Lupin's hands to feel his own. It felt weird to have Lupin feeling his personal scars. He wondered what Lupin made of them. If only he'd mastered Legilimency to go along with his Occlumency.

Around the middle of his palm, and the edge of his index finger, he felt deep criss-crossed scars. He moved his hands all over Severus's back, feeling what he'd freaked out and slapped a nurse for touching. He was very stiff, and only relaxed when he desisted with the scar exploring to wrap his arms around his chest to draw him into his lap. He kissed his cheek, and he turned his head so that their lips could meet. That was how they were when a certain concerned Molly Weasley came in with orders from Dumbledore to fetch Remus.

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