Title: Making Tomorrow Yesterday: Chapter Seven
Summary: Salene Snape transfers to Hogwarts after she runs away from her parents. Immediately, she catches the eye of Sirius Black. However, she refuses to like him because of his immaturity and...she doesn't want to just be another one of his one week flings. When Professor Carter, the DADA professor, finds out Durmstrang didn't teach defense, she assigns Black to tutor her, because he is the best student. And that is when it all begins. It would be easier, of course, if her cousin Severus wasn't breathing down her neck all the time. In this chapter, Severus misses Remus...
Pairings: SB/OC RL/SS JP/LE
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Rating/Warnings: This is M (R) for language, romance, and torture. This chapter contains PG-13 sexual situations between two MEN. If you don't like that, don't read it.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: This is an exceedingly short chapter because I wanted to get inside Severus's head for a bit. Especially after reading the sixth book, he is my favorite character to write - he has so many layers (most of them rotten) and even though we know so much about him, he's still so unexplored. Of coruse, the fact that I have been "in love" with him since reading the first book (I read it about five months after it came out, and I was extremely young) helps a bit...:) Enough rambling, on with the chapter.
"Disgusting."
"...course...a Snape..."
"...whore...Imperius," added a matter-of-fact voice.
"What is going on?" Severus shouted abruptly, sitting up and glaring around the gathered students, ire in his voice and eyes. Salene also awoke at his yell, eyes swollen from crying and sleeping.
"You slept with your cousin, Severus?" asked a smirking fifth year boy. For a moment, Severus looked honestly confused, but then he recalled the night before, when a weeping and thoroughly confused Salene had crawled into his bed and begged to share his bed, like they had when they were younger. He had placed a silencing charm on the bed and agreed before instantly falling asleep.
"Excuse him for having emotions," snapped Salene, coming to his rescue, just like she always did. Lovely Salene, who had a broken heart after that idiot Black had dumped her...he sympathized with her (how could he not?) but he had warned her.
"You'd better go get ready," Severus said with a sigh. "These imbeciles obviously don't understand a bed is for sleeping." She chanced a smile at him and he shot her one back. She left, but not before turning her coldest sneer on the many boys gathered. They flinched simultaneously and exchanged looks of subdued fear that made pride swell in Severus's chest. "I have to change," he said pointedly, closing his hangings. After a pause, he cast a few protective spells on the drapes - as a precaution, of course, not out of any paranoia. As he changed from boxers and a shirt into his school robes he fumed over what had happened. How dare they suggest he would ever think of Salene that way! For them to think he thought of her that way made him think they thought of her that way. And the mere thought made him boil with rage. Despite the fact he was straight, he had never even though of Salene that way - she was his cousin. And yes, he was straight, despite having loved and been attracted to Remus. He had decided a long time ago that he was simply Remus-sexual, for such a gorgeous, refined creature as Remus certified his own category.
Severus was not feeling any anger towards his ex-lover, at least not yet. The blind, hot fury that would later make him do some very regretful things was still being overridden by hurt and utter confusion at what had happened One minute he was proclaiming his undying love - or, simply saying 'I love you', but for Severus Snape it was the same thing - and the next Remus was slamming his face in the door...the in his door face...his door in the face...the door in his face! Salazar Slytherin, he had no right to be so...so...controlling, especially after the way he had left! No one, especially not Remus, knew that Severus couldn't sleep without reliving the same memory every night.
It was the morning after, when he had woken after their first time. He often wondered why his mind did not project the actual lovemaking, but didn't dwell on the fact. His mind was too busy savoring every remembered detail. Their shared blanket was pushed down to Remus' waist, revealing in the dim light of morning his scarred chest (it wasn't until a long time after they broke up he understood the scars). His head was turned, hiding half of his face. The half it did show was relaxed, a faint smile playing on his pale lips. Honey-like strands of hair were strewn across his face and Severus had leaned closer, brushing them off with faintly trembling fingers. He was still in denial that someone as perfect as Remus Lupin could ever even look at him without disgust, nonetheless love him the way Remus claimed to.
Then without warning, Remus had rolled over so he was facing Severus, grinning slyly, and ran fingers through his strands of black. "I love you," he whispered shyly. Severus froze, the words catching in his throat. When he didn't reply, a shadow briefly flitted across the werewolf's face, but then it was gone, and Remus leaned forward, eyes fluttering shut, their lips melting together, tongues dancing in mutual passion.
And then the memory cut off. Yes, he remembered what had happened next, how they had finished kissing and gotten dressed and Remus had crept out, humming as he smiled bemusedly. And how five minutes later, when the first boy began to stir, only then had Severus allowed himself to breathe properly and slip out for some last minute (unneeded) studying for an upcoming exam. How at breakfast they kept exchanging shy, happy looks. Yes, he remembered all of it, and it made him ache so much he went numb. But at night, he simply couldn't sleep until he'd relived every moment from the admiring to the kiss. And that was that.
Unbeknownst to Severus Snape, on the other side of the castle, a certain werewolf was remembering the same day while silent tears wetting his pillow.
