Sorry for taking so long to update! Thanks to rinny08 for betaing this chapter and putting up with me. Just FYI: there's some serious use of the levicorpus spell in this chapter!
Chapter three
"Well?" Sirius let go of Severus. He had acted in the spur of the moment, never considering what would happen next. A little voice in the back of his head was screaming "run off!"
Severus's face had turned bright red, as if his face was burning. Suddenly he lifted his right hand and it looked like he was about to caress Sirius. Needless to say, Sirius felt like he had been turned to stone.
Just when his hand was halfway through, like a sudden realization, Severus took impulse and slapped Sirius with all his might. Sirius, still in shock, fell to the floor. He lifted his middle finger and leaded it to his lips: he was bleeding.
"I really hope you drop dead, Sirius Black!" howled Severus at the top of his lungs, then he turned around and ran away so fast it almost looked like he had vanished in thin air.
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Remus hadn't seen Sirius for a few weeks and even though he was still pretty pissed, he's never ever been able to keep being mad at Sirius for more than a couple of days.
Besides, James told him Sirius had real intentions of helping Severus brew Wolfsbane for him. The idea itself was ridiculous, really, but Remus could care less about it.
When he went into potions classroom, expecting to find Severus, he found him going through Slughorn's ingredients. At that precise moment he was smelling a vital ingredient in order to brew Veritaserum and wrinkling his nose as if he'd found something really nasty.
"Why would that old sod keep so many ingredients in bad state?" he asked to no one in particular.
"Beats me," Remus answered. Severus turned round abruptly and almost fell off the bench he had climbed to in order to reach the ingredients
"For Merlin's sake, what do you think you are doing?" Severus burst out taking good care not to fall off this time. A little awkwardly, he jumped off the bench and then he adjusted his clothes.
"I just wanted to thank you," Remus answered, feeling a little bit uncomfortable all of a sudden.
"I don't need you thank you, Lupin. Now go away," Severus retorted, unable to keep from blushing. Even if being thanked at wasn't unpleasant at all, he wasn't used to it, honestly.
People usually wouldn't give a toss about him, and so he'd long ago decided to ignore the world around him. To that he was very used to.
"Have you seen Sirius? I think he was here just a few seconds ago, or maybe not…" Remus asked kind of innocently. Severus coughed so loudly the small bottle he was holding almost crashed onto the floor.
Remus snickered. Not every day you get the chance to see Severus Snape like that.
"Can't you take a hint? Just leave already!" Severus hissed, trying hard to fight his anxiety. "Why would I know where Black is? I don't know where on earth he might be!" he said turning around. Remus was no longer there and he was still thinking about Sirius Black.
That wasn't cool. That wasn't cool whatsoever.
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Sirius hasn't been able to focus on Quidditch practices lately and that was really getting to him. Not to mention James' attitude, since he always took it upon himself to make sure the team made it to the finals.
"I just don't get it!" he growled getting off the broom. James shot him a dirty look. Sirius simply shook it off, since he'd been able to deal with Remus and they were finally on speaking terms. He wasn't about to ruin his mood just because James was throwing a fit.
After all, James got mad more often than Remus. And usually, when he got mad it wasn't about anything important.
"What's your problem?" Sirius blurted out right after James's hit his head.
Somehow Sirius couldn't stop thinking about Severus Snape. Yup, greasy ol' Snivellus, that Severus Snape. Was there any other?
"I don't have a problem, but do you? What do you think you're doing? You just hit Lizzy with the Bludger and you almost hit me too. Have you lost your marbles or what?" James finally flipped out, storming out of the field.
Sirius tried to reach him, but once he got to the entrance hall, Sirius noticed Severus Snape just on what it seemed to be his way out of the potions classroom, he soon was followed by Remus.
Sirius frowned.
James wasn't so far ahead so he saw it all. He immediately folded his arms. "Well, you have some explaining to do…" he started off but of course was interrupted by Peter (who had appeared from out of the blue).
"Hey, how was practice today? People are pretty anxious about the match against Slytherin… Even Lily asked me if…"
"Did she mention me?" James murmured in a somewhat muffled sound that came out of his mouth.
And now, Sirius was safe.
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It's been a week since, well since… "that".
Severus had decided not to refer directly to what happened to him after Defence Against the Dark Arts that day, in a way it was a far better use of his time to concentrate on other things.
Like the book he was now reading, for instance. He'd borrowed it from the library; it was about antidotes. Slughorn was not supposed to talk to them about said antidotes until November.
The day Severus finally got a grasp on that book, hidden in a shelf near the forbidden part of the library. Then, he heard some familiar voices.
"So Slytherin is playing against Gryffindor tomorrow?"
"Yup, they say the new Gryffindor beater is really good…"
"We'll see about that…" was the muffled response.
Severus recognized the voices of Evan Rosier and Regulus Black. Judging by the tone of Regulus' voice he could tell they were talking about the one and only Sirius Black, which made him shiver.
He shook off that feeling and went over the chapter about antidotes for love potions.
That day he had decided to take that book from the library but now it seemed like it hasn't been one of his greatest ideas. In all reality, he couldn't get past the first chapter. He even knew it by heart.
Severus sighed heavily and gave up on reading reading. Suddenly two boys (they looked like first years) entered the common room. They were carrying Slytherin-coloured pennants.
"So today was the match…" Severus thought. One of the two boys, the taller one, whistled.
"Wow, now that was a fine match!" Severus just shrugged. He never really cared for Quidditch, but anything that could possibly make Black mad was just okay with him.
"Totally," his mate answered, lounging in one of the common room armchairs, one that was pretty close to Severus. "In the end, he shouldn't have worried about Black… he fell off his broom in the middle of the game!"
"Serves him well…He could just go ahead and die as well, see if I care!" Severus said to himself.
"That should have sent him directly to the infirmary, right? I…. Ahhh!" the one left standing was, well, let's just say he was no longer on the floor but more like… dangling upside-down, just as if he'd been hoisted into the air.
Severus left the common room. Just when he was leaving he heard a thud as if someone had just hit the floor.
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Sirius was lying on a bed in the infirmary when Severus got there. Severus was panting, he sure had been running. Sirius never even thought of witnessing a sweaty, heavily-breathing Severus Snape.
"It was your entire fault! The minute you were taken to the infirmary odds turned against us…" James abruptly stopped talking as soon as he spotted Severus.
He elbowed Peter, who was jittery for a change.
"Let's go," James ushered him away. He actually dragged Peter out of the infirmary, while Peter could only babble nonsense. James casted a strange look in Severus direction, then he nodded. It was bizarre.
It was an all-knowing gesture, as if he wanted to say "you can talk to Sirius now". To Severus this was kind of shocker (to say the least).
"Did you tell him anything?" Severus asked him, reaching his bed. Sirius shrugged and then twisted his smile (it looked like he had a dislocated shoulder).
"No, not at all…" he muttered and then he furiously blushed. Severus tried to balance his weight from one foot to the other. Finally, he decided it was okay to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Well, this isn't awkward at all," Sirius chuckled. He positioned his good arm behind his head. Severus looked casually to the side, trying to avoid direct eye contact.
"Why isn't Lupin here?" Sirius' twisted his gesture (this time it had nothing to do with his shoulder).
"Why? Is he your new best friend? Who knew you two could get over the little werewolf thing going on…" Oh, Sirius did not look happy at all. Not one bit. Was this jealousy?
Who knew? It was such an unimportant matter it shouldn't be mentioned at all, he should be more worried about the possibilities of losing the house cup. He just wasn't.
"Yeah, pretty much."
Severus' obvious sarcasm was so annoying. He wanted him to finally lose his cool, to flip out like never before.
Sirius' hands caressed Severus' face and then… well, then they kissed again. Sirius bit Severus' lower lip until it started to bleed. Severus bit Sirius back. They started biting one another back and forth.
Sirius got what he wanted and more.
"What the…? Have you gone absolutely mental?" Severus whined, despite having engaged in some disturbing activities himself. (Really, he was just so confused.)
"Maybe I have…" Sirius' answer was a mostly truthful one.
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Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who always have to mix love and hate. Sigmund Freud.
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