"Ahem," Madam Pomfry cleared her throat when she walked into the room. "Boys..." She shook her head, her eyes shocked when she noticed the dark head belonged to Severus Snape and not one of Remus's school friends. The sight was odd indeed, though she recalled that time in their fourth year.
"Let's keep some distance," she scolded. "Mr. Lupin is in no condition to . . . what we're you up to anyway? " she continued, raising her eyebrows. She clicked her tongue.
"Never mind that, Mr. Snape would you step away from my charge." The woman muttered as she walked up to Remus's bed. "It's time for more pain potion, Mr. Lupin."
Severus quickly jumped away from Remus, looking as if were facing a three-headed demon and not Madam Pomfry, his eyes wide and horrified.
"I wasn't... that wasn't... we..." He rubbed the back of his head. "I beg your pardon, ma'am," he said, regaining some of his dignity.
"What we do is our own business." Severus crossed his arms and scowled at the healer's back. He had half a mind to hex her for breaking into their moment; it had felt like an important one.
'Bite her will you, Remus,' Severus smirked. Remus choked, though luckily Madam Pomfry thought he was gaging on the potion.
'Be nice, Severus. God knows it could have been worse. It could have been Dumbledore and then the whole school would know.' Dumbledore liked to gossip. Remus sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
With another click of her tongue, the healer turned and walked toward the door. "Very well. Do mind his condition," she said with a huff. "Honestly kids these days..." she mumbled under her breath.
"Kids!" Severus complained. "After all that, catching us..." Severus walked over to Remus and sat back down.
"She calls us kids." Severus shook his head. "I guess it makes sense, she is bloody old." He turned his attention back to Remus and leaned toward him slightly.
"Just how is your condition? " He asked. "I mean... the hospital wing is so dreary. How long does she expect you to stay here?"
"I'm supposed to stay until I recover from most of my outer injuries..." Remus trailed off. "Madam Pomfry couldn't understand why I didn't have many. I haven't told her about the wolfsbane potion yet. I suppose Dumbledore already knows, though."
Remus rotated his shoulders, trying to figure out how much pain he was in from transforming. The pain potion had taken most of his pain away, and all that was left was a dull ache.
"I feel rather well considering it's the day after the full moon." Though, very weak and tired as always.
Severus grasped Remus's hand. "I'm glad then." He gently stroked his thumb across the top of Remus's hand, letting his fingers trace over a small scar there. Remus might have thought his scars were ugly, though Severus thought the exact opposite. Everything about Remus was breathtaking.
Severus leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Remus's. "If only I had admitted how I felt earlier, Remus," he murmured. "Your pain could have been stopped a long time ago."
Remus shook his head. "No, everything happened how it was meant to happen and everything I went through was worth it in the end." He grinned, his golden eyes shining brightly.
Severus had a hard time believing Remus would feel that, but the look in his eyes, and the fact that he could feel the honesty coming from Remus, was making it hard to think otherwise.
"Besides... you weren't as good at potions years ago," Remus teased playfully. "Even if you did admit your feelings, you wouldn't have been able to make the potion." The werewolf grinned. "Not to mention you didn't know I was a werewolf until this year."
Severus scoffed, though in a play-mocking way. "I've been the best in potions since year one. Just ask Professor Slughorn." He pulled back from Remus slightly. "You do make a fine point, though," He admitted sheepishly. Never would he have thought he could feel so romantic and mushy around someone. Honestly, he wondered if he'd picked up some of his lines from a cheesy Muggle romance novel, and then someone erased his memory of reading it.
"You... better stop giving me that look," Severus continued, his voice going soft and serious. Remus was looking too cute, his eyes too inviting, and the way he licked his lips. Severus cursed his teenage hormones for happening at random moments with no warning beforehand.
Completely confused, until he could smell the waves of desire coming from Severus, Remus's eyes enlarged, though he tried to pretend his werewolf senses hadn't picked up anything a normal human wouldn't.
"W-what look?" Remus asked. He touched his face, his fingers slowly tracing over his slightly parted lips. "I'm not making any," he said, pulling his hand away from his face.
Why was Severus turned on so suddenly? Remus tried to figure it out, but he couldn't remember what he had done differently to cause such a reaction. Remus squeezed his eyes shut, Severus's desire making him dizzy, overwhelming his own senses. The wolf in him demanded he do something to satisfy the desire Severus felt. Both wolf and human had claimed Severus as theirs, after all.
"Forget it," Severus grunted, his cheeks red from embarrassment. He stood up abruptly, dropping Remus's hand. "Nothing. I was making fun," he said, trying to smirk in his usual way, though he wasn't able to, absolutely mortified about how quickly his thoughts had changed to something sexual. Remus would probably think he was nothing but a horny . . .
Unfortunately, it was at that moment that Remus heard what Severus was thinking. The thoughts they heard when together were far and few in between, only the most embarrassing seeming to get through.
Remus blushed. "That isn't true," he whispered. "I don't think that at all." Remus rubbed a hand over his tired eyes. "It's natural for a man to become . . . well . . . and even at the most unusual moments . . . even church!"
"Great, just great, out of all the thoughts, you heard that one!" Severus felt like he could die. He processed the rest of Remus's words, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head, and before he could stop himself, then he burst into laughter. "At church? Remus . . . wait, you go to church?" He didn't know much about Remus's home life.
"Dad's a Muggle, you know . . . He only makes mum and I go to keep up looks," he said with a shrug.
Severus was still giving him a questioning look.
"Okay, fine, yes . . . ONE TIME." Remus pouted, before crossing his arms. "It was a choir boy, last year." Remus groaned. "I was bored and mum was fussing over something and the choir boys came out... one was hanging back from the rest. When he walked past our bench, he tripped... put his hand on my knee as he stood up again." Remus shrugged. "He smirked and now that I think about it... he looked like you."
"God, you're adorable," Severus whispered before he could stop himself. "So this Muggle looked like me? Hard to believe anyone could look as good as I do," he said, going back to teasing. It was safer to tease. Hopefully, his mind wouldn't become so naughty. He shook his head. There would be a time and place for that.
"So do you know him?" Severus asked, a flicker of jealousy flaring. "Sounds like he did it on purpose."
Remus laughed. "If only you knew the truth, Severus." He set up straighter and wrapped his arms around the other, seeming to forget the arousal Severus had just been feeling. "I don't know him and he didn't know it was me he was touching." Remus blushed. "I told mum what he did and she laughed. "Oh, don't feel bad honey, he probably thought you were a girl. He's half blind, you know?" Do I look like a girl?"
"Grow out your hair a little longer, where a mini skirt, and then ask me," Severus teased into Remus's ear. He was very tempted to bite onto his earlobe.
"How nice!" Remus pouted. "You on the other hand do have long enough hair to style it in a girly fashion and with a little makeup..." Remus brushed his fingers through Severus's hair. He suddenly laughed when he was pushed onto his back, a seemingly angry Severus glaring down at him, though Remus could tell Severus was pretending and that was only confirmed when the dark haired Slytherin started to gently tickle him.
"Oh, you'll regret that," Severus growled playfully. "I'm as manly as they come." Severus continued to tickle Remus until the werewolf was blue in the face from nearly laughing to death. "Say sorry." A month ago, this would not be possible. He'd be in way too much pain.
"No," Remus gasped. "I won't take it back." He laughed when Severus found one of his most sensitive spots, though because he was wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital gown, Severus was touching bare skin near his hip bone. "Hahaha... oohhh," His laughter changed to a low, growl-like moan of approval before Remus could stop himself.
Pulling back, a perplexed look on his face, his cheeks slightly flushed from the rowdy playing, Severus looked down at Remus. "Did you just growl at me?" He asked. He rubbed his hand through his shoulder length hair. Inwardly he was grinning, knowing just what Remus had done, and it sent a thrill through his body. It was probably too soon to go down that road, but Severus couldn't help how either of their bodies reacted, could he?
Not for the first time, Remus cursed his werewolf sensitivity. That wasn't the first time he had growled at somebody, though it was the first time he had done it because something felt pleasurable. Remus pressed his hand over his eyes and sighed, though he was smiling, despite being embarrassed. "I growled. I'm a werewolf. It's what we do."
He set up, placing himself back in Severus's arms. "If you were a werewolf, you'd growl too. It's like a werewolf code to make that sound when someone pets you. It's in the werewolf rule book, I swear!"
Pressing his cheek against Remus's, Severus tightened his arms around the weak teenager. "You'll have to teach me about all these rules," he murmured. Reaching up, he brushed his finger over Remus's cheek, softly caressing. He continued to hold Remus in his arms until the teenager fell asleep. Severus gently laid Remus back down, hesitating only a moment, before leaning down to kiss him softly on the forehead.
"I like it when you growl," he chuckled. The sound did strange things to his body.