A/N: A little snippet, an add-on really, showing what happened between Remus and Snape.

A day in the life of Harry Potter

A Remus and Snape interlude

Remus let out a sigh as he stepped into the bedroom he shared with Draco. Sitting on the edge of the bed he looked around. The room was so decidedly Draco the bed was lined with silk sheets that Remus had never known he needed until Draco had insisted. The walls were a cool dark grey and matched the simple, but stunning, green rug that Draco had insisted on purchasing.

The wardrobes were mostly Draco's and Remus found himself smiling at the differences between their clothes. All of Draco's were prim and neat and so aristocratic that he could almost smell the regal smugness coming from them. Remus had always found it astounding that he still had clothes of his own, yes Draco had been slowly and 'discreetly' purchasing him clothing, but mostly everything he had was his own. Draco, amazingly, accepted Remus.

It made Remus smile, just how much the little dragon accepted him. He had never thought that the blond would ever consider a werewolf, especially an older and poor one such as he. But it had happened and he was grateful. He looked over to the wall beside his side of the bed, probably the only part of the room that Draco had let him touch. The expanse of wall was clutter with photo frames. Pictures of their friends, family and at the centre, them. His smile widened at the photo in the very centre of the wall. It was a picture from when they had painted the room.

They had decided to attempt to do it the muggle way, the photo was from when Draco was covered it paint and Remus was spotless. The moving photo had Draco paint a blob of paint on Remus' nose before leaning forwards to kiss the older mans cheek. The pair looked so happy in the photo and Remus loved to look at it.

'Lucius would probably have a heart attack if he found out that Draco enjoys physical labour.' He smirked at the thought.

At the sound of the door clicking Remus looked up to see Snape stepping into the room and close the door behind him. "Hello Severus." Remus offered the man a small smile.

Snape did not return the smile, if possible his lips tightened. His dark eyes flickered around the room in a way that made Remus suddenly feel self-conscious. Snape seemed to be absorbing all knowledge the room held. Then the piercing eyes glared into his amber.

"How long?" his smooth voice demanded.

Remus was half tempted to lie, but the feeling of a presence at the edge of his mind gave Remus the gentle reminder that Snape would know the second that a lie fell from his lips. He resigned to his fate of interrogation and rested his hands in his lap. "It started not long after Lucius brought Draco here during the war."

Snape's eyes widened a fraction, not much, but enough for Remus to notice. "How?" The dark haired man asked.

Remus' mouth tugged up at the memory. "He was so upset at the loss of his mother, I didn't even have to look at him to feel it. I offered him some chocolate-" a chuckle left Remus at the memory of Draco rising to his full height and responding to the question. "he told me 'I don't want your chocolate or your pity, keep your filthy self away from me wolf.' I smiled at him and offered him something I think he needed- a person to listen to him, a shoulder, a friend."

Snape scoffed, at Remus' explanation or kind nature, Remus wasn't sure, probably both. "Something in what I said, it reached him Severus. Days later I was sitting in the kitchen having a late snack- one of Molly's chocolate cookies." Remus made a mental note to ask the woman for more of those, they were delicious. He glanced at Snape, who looked less than impressed at his daydreaming about cookies. He fidgeted nervously and mumbled an apology.

"Anyway, it just kind of progressed from there, he would stay in his room all day and then when the others were all asleep, he would venture down and we would talk- I didn't patronise and mother like Molly, and I didn't constantly watch him sympathetically like the others, he needed someone to just be there," Remus made a gesture with his hands. "I did that for him."

"Friends do not engage in what you and Draco are clearly taking part in." Snape hissed and Remus could feel the presence probing his mind, demanding to know the truth.

Remus smiled. "You are quite correct Severus. And you will be most displeased to learn that it was Draco, not I, who was the main aggressor in the beginnings of our relationship." Remus would be lying if he said that he did not enjoy the way Snape flinched at that piece of information.

"After two weeks of meeting at night I went to retire for the evening, only to find him following me to my room." He noticed Severus frown. "I asked him if he needed anything and he explained that he had been suffering from night terrors."

"So you took him to your bed?!" Snape's voice was a growl.

"Of course no Severus." There was a dangerous tone in Remus' voice. "I offered him a dreamless sleep potion and to take him back to his room. He, he.." He looked at Snape helplessly. "He didn't want to go back to the room, apparently his father has intense dreams and is subject to lashing out in his sleep. And he didn't want to sleep on the sofa in the living room, apparently being alone terrified him. So in the end I offered him my bed and I transfigured a cot on the other side of the room. When I awoke the next morning, I was sharing the tiny cot with a certain young Malfoy."

Severus eyed him for the longest time before nodding in acceptance to the words. "That does not explain how you ended up bedding my godson wolf."

At the word 'wolf' Remus smiled a toothy grin, as though remembering something. "After it happened several times, I eventually gave up and accepted my fate, sharing my bed became a nightly occurrence- with the exception of the full moon of course. Each night he was stay with me and each morning he would attempt to kiss or otherwise accost me." There was a lightness in his voice, the memory had become one of his fondest.

"This went on for about three months Severus." Remus explained, feeling the probing at his mind- Snape was becoming impatient.

"Why would you allow it to occur for three months Lupin!?" Snape snapped in a way that would have made Neville soil himself.

"What could I have done Severus? Draco clearly needed someone, I gave him that support he needed while at the same time putting a halt on what I thought were the childish advances of a coping mechanism- only by the time I realised what was actually happening- the reality of his, and my own, feelings, there was no going back."

Snape's eyes narrowed and Remus felt the probing at his mind intensify. He struggled for a few moments before giving in. It was easier to allow Snape access to the memory, and in the end would probably make it easier for him. Remus focused on a specific memory and allowed Snape access to it.

Remus's eyes snapped open as he awoke he took in his surroundings, the cold and dark room of Grimmauld place's basement. He sighed and closed his eyes, his forearm moving to cover his eyes. He hated waking the morning after a full moon, he was always sore, and the basement floor of Grimmauld was cold and hard, which really didn't help his situation. He shivered and snuggled closer to the warmth at his side. His eyes snapped open as he realised just exactly where he was and just why there shouldn't be something snuggled warmly at his side. He cautiously sniffed the air and caught the familiar whiff of raspberries that often accompanied Draco. Panic took him and he leaped from his position causing the naked Malfoy to roll across the cold floor.

"What are you doing Remus? I was comfortable!" Draco grumbled rubbing his eyes and looking up to the startled, and naked, Remus.

"Draco! What are you doing here!? How did you get down here!? Are you okay!?" Panicked, Remus began an inspection of Draco. Hands touching the youth, checking every inch of him for marks. His eyes scanned every surface of the skin as he prayed to every deity that the youth was unharmed.

His search was bough to a halt when Draco pushed his hands away and leaned back against the wall. "I wish you touched me this thoroughly every morning." The blond drawled smiling up at the older man.

"Draco, this is serious! What are you doing here? Did Mooney- did I hurt you?" Remus continued to scan over Draco. His mind not believing what he was seeing. Draco appeared to be completely unharmed.

Draco stretched and that's when Remus noticed it. On the youths neck were red bites, nips really, that were beginning to turn purple. The skin to Remus' relief appeared to be unbroken. "Really Remus, it's alright." Draco said softly a warm smile taking his face as he looked up at the elder. "I had a night terror last night- I, I tried to stay in our room, I really did." He looked away sadly and Remus had to suppress an urge to comfort the youth. "I settled instead to sit at the basement door," he looked away and a redness too his cheeks. "I just wanted to be near you Rem…"

The urge to comfort the youth grew stronger and Remus found himself wondering just why the urge was there and growing by the moment. He had always wanted to comfort the boy, but this was different. This was strong. A pulse in his very chest.

"I snuck in okay, I don't know why, yes it was stupid. No I don't regret it." His grey eyes met with amber. "You were so gentle with me Rem, your wolf, no you, were tender. You didn't hurt me at all, in fact you…" his cheeks reddened further and he looked away.

"Draco…" Remus gave into his nagging urge to comfort and knelt down to touch the younger male. Before he had the chance to touch Draco, his nose picked up a husky scent. It took him a moment before he realised what the smell was. Arousal. He looked down at the boy and his nostrils flared. His eyes widened at the smells that assaulted him. "Draco…" he gasped. "Were you… with… Mooney?"

"I was with you." Draco replied softly, his eyes meeting the elders. "Mooney is you Remus and you didn't hurt me. You wouldn't hurt me."

'Mine.' The word was gone as quickly as it arrived in his mind. He eyed Draco. Something had happened the previous night. Something serious and Remus did not know if he could protect Draco from the repercussions.

"Don't." Draco's voice jumped him from his thoughts. "I chose this, I want you and if last night was any indicator you clearly do as well." Hands moved to touch his cheeks. "I want you." Lips brushed against his

"Mine." The word was growled. By Mooney or himself, Remus was unsure.

"Yours." Draco agreed and their lips met.

Remus jumped as Snape left his mind.He looked over to see the potions master hunched over and leaning against the door. His eyes were wide and his breath laboured. Remus wanted to say something but decided against it. Snape could figure it out for himself, he had seen the memory after all.

Snape moved and suddenly Remus had a wand aimed at him while a hand clutched at his shirt.

"You touch him as the wolf!?" Snape all but roared. His eyes were calculating and dangerous. Remus would wager he was deciding which way to kill him.

"Yes." Remus replied simply. As soon as the words left his mouth Remus found himself flung against the wall. "Now Severus-" he gasped.

"How dare you touch him in that way." Snape raged. "How dare you-" his eyes flashed and he moved to cast a spell.

"Uncle Sev." Draco's voice cut through the drama.

The two male's stared at the young Malfoy with wide eyes. "Let him go." Draco's voice was thin. He was angry and considering that he had just had to deal with his father, it was a fair assessment to say that he was tired of the drama. When Snape did not let Remus go he repeated the statement.

With a scathing glare Snape released Remus and turned to the Malfoy. "How could you allow this thing to touch you- as a wolf?!"

Draco's eyes flashed. "He's not a thing Uncle Sev." Draco defended his partner. "Remus has punished himself enough without you adding to the guilt. I chose this, and you need to respect my decision."

"Draco," Remus took a step forward. "Severus will probably never accept this, he needs the closure and to release the anger-"

"I am not allowing Uncle Sev to beat you to a pulp because you feel he needs to release his rage. There are plenty of other ways he can outlet his rage." Draco cut his partner off. He looked over to Remus with a frown and stepped towards him. He then proceeded to inspect the elder over with his eyes.

"I'm fine Draco." Remus reassured with a smile.

"You are a werewolf now…" Snape said quietly glancing at Draco.

The Malfoy shook his head in response, causing Snape to furrow his brow in confusion. "Mooney, Remus, has never bitten me as a wolf. We're not too sure why," Draco shrugged. "his wolf form likes me and hasn't, wouldn't harm me." Draco smiled haughtily. "You're such a cute puppy as the wolf." He patted Remus' shoulder.

Snape frowned. "Why would he not bite you? You are clearly under some sort of spell and need to be taken to St. Mungo's immediately-" a growl from Remus stilled him.

"We don't know why Uncle Sev, but believe me when I say that I'm not under any spell." He stepped forward to Snape and offered the man a smile that was so alike Remus' own that it nearly made Snape ill. "You are welcome to look into why he doesn't attack if you like. But believe me when I say that I am not leaving."

"I should probably check to on the other two, make sure that they don't murder each other." Remus left the room to give the two some privacy. A few moments after he left the room Snape followed and stormed past him down the stairs. Remus smiled at the man and followed behind him.

'Well this has been an interesting day.' He thought with a smile.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it, depending on how I feel (and my inspiration) I may do more. I'm quite fond of this story.

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