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You Will Not Kiss Me	By : Prosperosdaughter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 22836 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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First of two lighter chapters posted at Christmas. Because it is the season of goodwill to all men (especially to these two men), they will be (relatively) angst-free. However, after Christmas Day ... Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.

Chapter 20: Misanthrope & Lycanthrope

At least Snape was being allowed to convalesce in his own rooms. Although he had been in a side ward, he still hated being in the hospital wing. He felt vulnerable and exposed there. Visitors would come and expect to see him. He had no wards of his own to keep them out. It made him irritable. At least, once he was back in his own quarters, people would be less likely to call on him and expect him to pass the time of day with them. Lupin seemed to find this amusing. He told him again he was a misanthrope.

The misanthrope and the Lycanthrope. Snape was well pleased with his own humour.

He had not been in the void for as long as he thought: it had been four days until he'd found his way back to Lupin. He was still very weak and suffered tremendous pressure headaches and his core still seemed badly affected and raw. He felt unwell all of the time. Lupin had no side effects at all and seemed in rude good health. Poppy had given him extra pain relieving potions but tried to impress upon him the need to see a mind healer as quickly as possible. He was more than reluctant, but he had promised Lupin so Lupin had pressed ahead with arrangements co-opting Dumbledore to pull strings to have the Healer Apparate to Hogwarts so Snape didn't have to attend St. Mungo's and thereby find an excuse not to go.

Healer Smethwyck was a senior Healer and specialist in curse damage. He arrived after lunch and was brought to Snape's quarters by Dumbledore, after being apprised of the nature of the damage Snape had suffered. Snape had asked Lupin to be present as well, at least for this first session.

They sat down together and the Healer explained that he would need to assess the Break through Legilimency, even going so far as to start to explain to Snape what Legilimency was. Snape had to interrupt at this point to make plain to the Healer that he himself was an expert Legilimens and Occlumens, so they should understand each other on this as this progressed.

He got the distinct impression that this made the Healer uncomfortable, possibly fearing that Snape might Trap him. A superior Legilimens could Trap as lesser exponent of the craft in the mind they were seeking to explore. Well, Snape wasn't going to disabuse him of the notion that it could happen just in case he set a foot out of place in Snape's mind.

Snape could tell that the Healer was no fool. He probably was quite expert in his field, but, try as he might, Snape was short-tempered and unco-operative with him. He was doing this because he had promised Lupin, and for no other reason, but he was deeply resentful that he was having to do this at all.

After discussing the mind castings and possible use of modified Legilimency healing Potions, it was agreed that the Healer should commence.

He cast the spell and entered Snape's mind. Snape struggled to keep his Occlumency barriers down; it was so reflexive for him to adopt a siege mentality to the use of Legilimency against him. The Healer was efficient. He had nothing like the skill or whispered touch of Dumbledore, but he was respectful and careful, possibly even fearful. Snape suspected his reputation as a former Death Eater might have preceded him.

Snape became very aware as the Healer approached the Break. It started to feel more aggravated and sore at the Healer's presence, almost as if it were a living thing. The Healer spent a long time inspecting the Break in silence and then quietly and gently left Snape's mind.

He sat back in his own chair and regarded Snape, Dumbledore and Lupin.

"It is a very deep and malignant rift in your consciousness and I can see the original Break was very much broader and deeper before the rune casting managed to deal with the majority of the damage," the Healer pronounced seriously. "You must be in great pain, Professor Snape, more, I believe, than you first advised me."

Snape received dark looks from Lupin and Dumbledore. If you told someone you were in pain, was it not obvious that it must be troubling you! "Is one obliged to rank one's misery for another's reference?" Snape huffed at them. "I knew I would seeing the Healer. It wasn't necessary to go into greater detail than the mere fact that I was in pain." Lupin rolled his eyes at Snape nonetheless. They turned back to the Healer.

"I will need to heal the Break in tranches over time, starting from one side and moving to its furthest reaches to knit together those parts of the mind, whilst always aiming to keep the mind's integrity ensuring we cleanse the remainder of the Break of its inherent malignancy as we go. I believe it will take a couple of months. I believe I will need to see you once a fortnight." He looked apologetically at Snape, who was clearly displeased with this time frame. However, Snape agreed to commence their first session immediately and then to be taught some meditation exercises and his Potions regimen.

After the first session, Snape acknowledged there was an improvement to his headache, but not as great as he would have liked, but it was no longer completely debilitating. What was still causing him some distress was the pain to his core which had not subsided at all, even with pain relief potions.

"Did you ask Albus?" he asked Lupin that evening as they lay in each other's arms before the fire after dinner.

"He didn't know although we discussed it at length and he suggested, I hope you don't mind, that I fire-call Bill Weasley about it. Bill told me how the casting was worked and sent me the casting to look at and I worked that and Albus's together and I think I understand now what happened to your core." He hesitated.

"Well," Snape said, impatiently.

"I don't think it was intentional ... I mean ... I hope you won't take it that way ... I see how it happened," he prevaricated.

"Get on with it, Remus. What?" Snape moved slightly away from Lupin so he could look him in the eye.

"There was one thing that was off with Bill's casting so it didn't quite align with Albus's, probably because Albus didn't tell Bill ... ah ... that we are a couple .. er ... that we're lovers." Snape closed his eyes, understanding before it was said what had happened. You reap what you sow, Severus, he thought sourly.

"Albus's casting preserved any genuine feelings we have for each other, whilst removing the Thrall; Bill's looked to removing all trace of your feelings for me because he was told it was a non-consensual bonding – he supposed, I imagine, anything you felt for me was against your will and therefore a component part of the Mind Break. So there were actually two rather important pieces of information he didn't have so your mind and your core have been affected. I believe this is why your core is agonised. The casting tried to rip your feelings away just as Albus's removed the Thrall itself. Your feelings are still there, but badly injured."

Snape exhaled heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I made such a fuss, didn't I? Albus did what I wanted, and now I'm suffering for it," he muttered crossly. Lupin squeezed his shoulders and pulled him back to lie against him again.

"I can fix it," Lupin said quietly after some time in silence. Snape thought he could sense some trepidation in the suggestion.

Snape regarded him with some confusion. "Well, why are you hesitant?"

"It's something I can do as part of my Claim to you. I never done it to you because ... well ... a man like you, Severus ... you may hate it."

Snape had moved away to look at Lupin again. His blue eyes looked concerned and possibly embarrassed. "Tell me," he said quietly.

"You know how I bite you to mark you?" Lupin said, somewhat shamefacedly. Snape nodded. "I like to touch those bites after I have made them. Those particular bites have magical properties. They are powerful. They are devastatingly attractive to me on you, but I could use them to exercise power over you if I touched them in a certain way."

"How?" Snape whispered, entranced.

"If I mouth them in a certain way, you would be more than dominated by me – you would be completely subsumed in me until I released you." Lupin said slowly, his eyes closing as he spoke, and Snape knew in that instant that Lupin had very much wanted to do this, but had refrained from making Snape powerless. It touched him.

"How will it help?" Snape said, aware his throat had become quite dry and, whether it was appropriate or not, he was feeling aroused, even through his headache and agonised core.

"It is called the Wolf's Kiss. It works exactly by overwhelming your physical and magical cores and immersing them in my own which, due to the curse, are very strong. It is ... oh dear ... a form not only controlling but rewarding the submissive, in fact, not unlike the Thrall," he looked pained as he looked directly at Snape, as if expecting to be hexed for such a suggestion. The irony wasn't lost on Snape that he had been the arbiter of Lupin's health under a curse, and now it appeared the Lupin could wield the same power through his own curse.

Snape sat for some time, looking at Lupin. He had seen the way Lupin reacted to the sight of his own bites; how they seemed to exert an extraordinarily strong fascination over him and he was always compelled to touch them, and now he understood a little more why.

This was the man who had freely allowed Snape into his mind on two occasions, one when Snape might well have wished to damage him. He had allowed Snape to bind him to deal with the wolf. Against his alpha nature, he let Snape take him, because he loved Snape and wanted to please him and reassure him. How could he not trust him? In fact, he couldn't deny that the Wolf's Kiss sounded to him like the pinnacle of the werewolf's Claim on him. He found himself wanting it but he wanted to understand something first; something that he was uniquely placed to understand.

"I've seen the way you look at those bites when you've made them," he said. "Let me see them through your eyes, Remus."

Lupin sat up so that Snape sat up facing him and found Snape's wand to pass to him. Lupin's legs were either side of Snape's body, and Snape's legs draped over his. Lupin took Snape's shirt off, and pushed his hair back, conjuring a tie to keep it out of the way. Snape rested his hands loosely on Lupin's thighs as Lupin drew the fingers of both hands along Snape's neck and shoulders, making him shiver. Lupin moved Snape's head to one side, elongating his neck and began to make those small sucking bites that just broke the skin bringing blood to the surface. He kissed the length of Snape's neck and shoulders on both sides, the front of his neck and his upper chest including his nipples, making his back arch and his head roll back to give Lupin easy access. It was immensely pleasurable for Snape on its own, making him sigh at the touches to all those sensitive places. When Lupin stopped, Snape opened his eyes to find Lupin looking at him, his eyes clouded with want.

"Do it now," Lupin whispered, his voice dry.

Legilimens. Snape eased into Lupin's mind, and was immediately assailed with robust and hot desire. But it was more than that: it was primal, feral and completely lust-driven. It was smell, sight and sound. He would smell Snape as Lupin smelt him, when he was in hot, deep and musky desire; he heard the sound of his own breathing being sensual to Lupin. Snape put himself behind Lupin's eyes. What he saw was beyond anything he had experienced before. He looked at himself (although it was Snape through Lupin's eyes, who was singularly more attractive than Snape thought realistic). He saw the bites seeming to emanate waves of attraction. The bites were alluring, almost iridescent in the way they shimmered with an inherent promise of fulfilment, the promise that required a Kiss to activate.

In Lupin's body and mind, he felt that urge pulling him to Kiss those bites, to fulfil the promise they contained. He knew the satisfaction would be beyond imagining – he just had to lean in – just touch his tongue to those bites and his mate would be his, his without question, his as he wanted or demanded; wholly his and his alone. It was powerful. It was devastating. It was undeniable.

Snape pulled himself back, because Lupin pulled him back.

"Only if you want to," Lupin thought.

Snape pulled out gently from Lupin's mind, stunned by the power and attraction that the bites held. Stunned at Lupin's ability not to take advantage of them. "I trust you, Remus," he said softly.

Lupin started touching the bites with his fingers first, although Snape noted the slight tremor of excitement to Lupin's hands. Then very gently, he leaned in to Snape's neck and started to run his tongue over the first bite. The tongue was insistent and probing into the bite and the effect on Snape's skin was immediate and electric. A thrill shot down his neck to his groin, but the thrill then return with almost burning intensity to the skin on his neck.

Lupin moved on to the next bite. The same happened, desire accumulating in Snape's groin but the thrill returning to his neck covering more skin. Lupin continued down Snape's neck mouthing and tonguing bite after bite, and with each thrill, Snape started to feel that he only consisted of the thrill playing on his skin and the desire in his groin. The burning intensity of the thrill began to spreading faster across his skin. He started to lose awareness of his surroundings and felt his mind go out of focus.

He heard less and less sound by degrees, and his vision started to narrow and become dim at the edges, with those edges gradually closing in until Snape saw nothing, heard nothing, even thought nothing. He could only feel his nerve endings, each and every one of millions of nerves on fire, each and every one being played upon by the tip of Lupin's tongue and pulled to a heightened sense of joy.

It was pure bliss.

How long Snape was in this state of bliss, he could not have said. There was no sense of time passing. He started to become aware again because Lupin was calling him.

"Severus, my own love," he heard Lupin whisper hoarsely in his ear to release him, his voice deep with desire.

Then Snape began to hear more, and sense his own body again and his surroundings, very slowly until he suddenly heard his own sharp intake of breath as if awoken from a dream. He knew he was naked, spread wide, and Lupin was fully inside him, and he felt his body's desire impact him in its full force. He opened his eyes to see Lupin's eyes searching for him in his own. He was rolling gently into Snape, but oh so deeply. How long Lupin had been making love to him, he did not know, but he knew they were both building up and close to orgasm.

His skin was still electrified and every thrust of Lupin's not only stroked his nerve endings inside, but also the rest of his skin. He felt his own muscles clenching around Lupin's cock in a way they normally only did when he came, but they were pulling at and pulsing against Lupin, who was moaning Snape's name in an ecstasy of his own, wanting to be deeper. Lupin bent his head down to take one of the bites on Snape's nipple between his teeth, biting slightly and probing the hard nub with his tongue. It sent the Wolf's Kiss straight to his prostate as Lupin pushed in harder and it made Snape cry out. Lupin did that again and again, making Snape's cock shudder as well from the friction of the Wolf's Kiss, even though it was trapped under Lupin's body. He did it again, much harder this time, and Snape came hard, crying out as his orgasm was pulled from him by the intensity of the Kiss and waves of pleasure consumed him, and then Lupin pushed in deeply and hard to come himself, moaning Snape's name as he did so and holding him as close as he could.

It was so intense, Snape thought he might weep with the magnitude of it. Unbidden, the words slipped out, never to be retracted or erased.

"I love you, Remus."

Lupin kissed his lips gently. "My love," he whispered.

They lay together for hours in silence, holding each other seemingly in perfect understanding.

Snape was amazed that he had said the words out loud he had never said to anyone; the words he'd only ever even thought about saying to one other, apart from Lupin. This wasn't just about sex – although he felt as if Lupin loved him enough for a lifetime. He was amazed by the magic they could create between themselves whether through Snape's Legilimency skill and Lupin's profound trust in him to use it; or Lupin's curse and Snape's fundamental trust in him to use it. He certainly hoped Lupin would let him see that memory one day – combining their two magics - although he suspected they would need time to recover before they tried that.

They faced each other, looking at each other frankly. Snape wondered what Lupin was thinking, but didn't ask. If he asked, he then would have to tell his own thoughts and it had taken him months and living through extreme emotional trials before Snape had even managed to tell Lupin he loved him! How much harder would it be to tell him that the more time he spent with Lupin, the less he thought of himself as just the werewolf's mate (as wonderful as he found that), the more he thought of Lupin as Snape's soul mate. Everything about Lupin spoke to Snape's soul.

Perhaps – just perhaps - that he was considering a bonding of a different kind... careful now – don't let your mind run away with you, he chided himself. He had never considered himself worthy of soul bonding, or that anyone could ever love him enough to bond with him. Why not the Dark wizard and his werewolf? They were both considered Dark but they both sought to stay in the path of the Light against all the odds. Why should they not take that path together?

Finally, Lupin propped himself up on one elbow, and let his other hand rest on Snape's stomach.

"Did we fix it?" he said with a smile.

Snape's eyes widened in surprise. He'd been so transported by it all, he'd forgotten why Lupin had mentioned it in the first place. There was no pain in his core whatsoever, and he told Lupin so. It felt strong. In fact, it felt strengthened, presumably having been swathed and coated in Lupin's magic, enhanced by the Kiss. With his core healed by Lupin, he didn't find the headache so wearing. Perhaps, that would heal more quickly now. He hoped so.

It was early hours of the morning and they still lay on the drawing room floor, when Lupin started stroking Snape's hair. "Do you still wish me to sleep with you at night Severus?" he asked.

Snape was taken aback. Of course, this was the first night back in his quarters and the Thrall was gone. There was no Call for Lupin to answer. He could sleep in his own quarters now without being ill. A vague fluttering of upset appeared in Snape's stomach. Perhaps Lupin didn't want to spend his nights with Snape anymore. He'd feared this after all, hadn't he? But then, look at what they'd just done. Why would Lupin have done that? Well, because he's just had you completely submissively, why wouldn't he? the sly part of his mind hissed to him and that part of his mind tugged at the malignancy in the unhealed Break.

"I hope you do, Severus," he then heard and felt the constriction in his gut release as quickly as it had started. He stood and took Lupin's hand to lead them to the bedroom, his mind buzzing angrily at how easily and quickly his mind had fallen into its old, self-destructive ways. He had to be careful. He may not be able to damage Lupin through the Thrall anymore, but he could damage his deepest desire. He had to be trusting. Surely, he could see now how his trusting Lupin had brought him such delight?

They lay down together and Snape murmured to Lupin's ear, "I cannot bear the thought of this bed without you, Remus." Lupin held Snape closer still, uttering a small moan of satisfaction.

Lupin had helped Snape to catch up with his planning and marking over the last couple of days. Snape took his Potions and did his meditation. The headache persisted but it was low level and he managed most things fairly well and, although Lupin slept in Snape's quarters every night, they were relatively restrained following their exertions with the Wolf's Kiss. That seemed to have satisfied them both quite profoundly and, Snape suspected that this was beneficial to healing his mind as he meditated every night, as instructed. His mind was also easy because he knew that Lupin stayed with him through his own choice and this made Snape's heart light.

However, after those first couple of days, Lupin and he were drawn to pleasing each other again but this morning, they had overslept, itself unusual for Snape, and it was the first day of classes after Easter, so gratification would have to wait. Or so Snape had mistakenly thought.

Lupin had gone to the Great Hall for breakfast, for the look of the thing, but Snape had taken his breakfast in his quarters to ensure he had everything he needed as he'd been so disorganised. With only half an hour to spare before his first class, Lupin arrived in his room to see how he was faring and Snape thought he was looking rather mischievous as Snape gathered the essays together for his first class.

Lupin advanced on him. "I believe we have unfinished business from this morning Severus," he said very quietly and meaningfully and pressed Snape against the wall, palming him until he was very aroused indeed.

"You can't do that to me before a class, Remus!" Snape fumed, very aware of his visible erection which even his robe had difficulty hiding.

"Do you wish me to take care of it?" Lupin asked slyly.

"Well, I can't go to my class of third years in this state," he howled indignantly.

Chortling, Lupin went on his knees before Severus and undid the robe's buttons from the bottom to his waist and pulled down Snape's trousers and gently took Snape's cock in his hands. He looked up provocatively as he flicked his tongue in the sensitive slit in the top.

"Why you..." Snape gasped. "Don't you tease me now..." he hissed, sounding outraged, and actually being fairly so that Lupin would do this so close to class hours.

Lupin grazed the head of Snape's erection with his teeth and then licked more fully.

"Why, Professor Snape," he said slyly, "I would have thought the sight of the Defence against the Dark Arts professor on his knees to service you would be one of your perfect moments."

Snape's eyes widened as he felt Lupin smile as he took of him quickly into his mouth and sucked so that Snape's breath was taken away. Oh, two can play at this game, Remus.

"Professor Lupin, I don't want your opinions; just suck my cock," he did his level best to maintain his most severe countenance. It was difficult once his knees became weaker as Lupin licked and kissed the shaft firmly, looking up once and stopping to say:

"Of course, I realise I'm probably only second best to Gilderoy ..." he smiled ravishingly at Snape, who flinched at the very idea. Lupin knew how much Snape had despised that popinjay. "I dare say you had him on his knees at every opportunity."

"Only with a well aimed hex, I assure you. Now stop tormenting me, Remus," he growled, grasping Lupin's head firmly and starting to move into his mouth, now he could no longer maintain any equilibrium at all. Lupin encouraged him to take the initiative, and Snape began to buck into Lupin's warm and welcoming throat, Lupin humming his encouragement until Snape could contain himself no longer and came hard, growling Lupin's name and holding his head tightly as Lupin sucked and swallowed the last of his orgasm and held onto Snape as his knees weakened totally.

Lupin looked up and smiled as he re-arranged Snape's trousers and buttoned his robes, matter of factly. "Start the day as you mean to go on, Severus," he said with a smile.

"You're a menace," Snape growled, as Lupin cast a freshening charm on them both. Snape raised an eyebrow and Lupin tapped his nose. "Wolf sense of smell: bordello." Snape snorted.

"What about you?" Snape suddenly said, knowing classes were due to start shortly.

"I can wait," Lupin said. "Well, until lunchtime. Perhaps, an aperitif before lunch, Severus?" he whispered, smiling, in Snape's ear. He'll kill me: death by sex, I'm sure of it. Snape snorted at the thought as he swept out into the dungeon corridor affixing a menacing scowl to his satisfied features, Lupin leaving by Floo.

Lupin fell into step with Snape's long stride as Snape left his classroom. "Hello, Harry, Ron, Hermione," Lupin said as the golden trio came towards them in the opposite direction. "Oh, Severus, I wonder if you would accompany me to my office to discuss that Potion you gave me this morning? Lupin said mildly to Snape, a slight strain evident only to Snape tugging at the corners of Lupin's lips as they passed the children.

"Very well, Lupin," Snape said, his best expression of disdain in place as the children passed them, ensuring he sent them his best scowl in passing.

"He'll probably try to poison him, or choke him, he wants that job so badly," they heard Potter whisper dramatically.

Snape stole a quick look at Lupin who, with great difficulty, was struggling to maintain a serious countenance as they walked together.

"In fairness, you did nearly choke me ..." Lupin said softly just as they entered his quarters, and he warded the door as Snape glided to his knees before Lupin and took matters in hand to reciprocate before lunch.

"Are you happy with me, Severus," Lupin asked, rather disarmingly, when they had just finished a game of chess, before Snape was due to start his prescribed meditation.

"I've never been happier or more fulfilled," Snape said. The statement felt like it had the weight of a confession and he found himself embarrassed to say it, but when he looked at Lupin, he saw his statement had made his lover happy. Lupin stood to embrace him and then kiss his head, before sitting again at the table.

Then there was a small chuckle. "I notice this happiness and fulfilment does seem to improve your temper with the children," Lupin said mildly.

"My happiness and fulfilment does not stop them being complete dunderheads and endangering themselves and everyone around them! You may shag me senseless in these rooms, Remus, but I still have to have my wits about me every minute in that class room and around the school," Snape said dismissively.

"Minerva told me that you torture poor Neville in every class. As if he doesn't have enough to contend with that grandmother of his," Lupin noted, but still in the spirit of fun. "I heard you threatened to poison his familiar at the beginning of the year."

"Mr. Longbottom is a menace in my class room. Even if I undertook Remedial Potions with him, he would not improve. He does not have the temperament for Potions. I did not threaten to poison his familiar. I did, however, suggest trying his own youth potion on his familiar. Needless to say, he brewed it perfectly given the appropriate ah ... incentive." He placed a delicate emphasis on that word. "Sometimes, a healthy fear is an appropriate teaching tool."

"No, Severus, that's outrageous," Lupin laughed in his shock. "And if I may say so, that story rather undermines your opinion that Neville could not improve. He did on that occasion."

"Only because Miss Granger hissed the instructions in his ear constantly throughout the lesson," said Snape drily.

"Oh, you mean, helped him to recall the instructions to produce a perfect potion ..." Lupin said challengingly.

"I don't believe I'm wrong," Snape said solemnly. "I understand he is an excellent student at Herbology, and recognises this for himself, which shows maturity and a grandmother like Augusta Longbottom, whilst fearsome, will instil pride and worth in him, I'm sure. I have no doubt, with her behind him, he will be more than a match for me by the end of his education here."

"Why Severus, I find it extraordinary that you would give Neville so much credit."

"I am not an unfair man. I see much. But I don't tend to reveal it."

"And do you think you're always right?" Lupin raised his eyebrows

"Are you trying to trap me, Remus?" Snape leaned back in his chair, folding his arms.

"I think you're wrong about Harry. I think you know it too. I know you look out for him to protect him from Sirius," Lupin said quietly, as if in possession of a secret.

"We must agree to differ on that score," he snapped, and his jaw set firmly. "I will do my duty as a teacher to protect Potter, as we all do, even though he does his best to thwart us at every turn, but that does not mean I have to like the child," he said dismissively, not looking at Lupin . He had his own reasons for protecting the boy that were not for Lupin to know, no matter how close they became.

"Very well," Lupin said softly, indicating the subject would be dropped. Snape knew his dislike of the boy hurt Lupin, but try as he might, he didn't not see the golden child that Lupin saw. He knew it was because the boy's father had been Lupin's much loved friend. But that was precisely the point, wasn't it.

"Will you return to teach here next year?" Snape changed the subject to one of more interest to him. Snape fervently hoped so. His life had become so comfortable with Lupin: he was cared for and had Lupin to care for in return and they shared remarkable magic. He felt whole for the first time.

"Severus, there is nothing I would like better. Imagine it: you and I, getting old together, buggering about in the dungeons here at Hogwarts – a fixture like Minerva or Albus. We could both grow our hair and beards and wear robes of periwinkle blue, like Albus!" Lupin laughed heartily.

"I will not hear of it!" Snape scowled, then smiled fondly at Lupin. "The only blue I would ever wear is midnight blue and never ..." he lowered his voice to speak, "... ever: periwinkle – or cyan – or cornflower – or baby – or azure – or cerulean – or celeste – or sky – or powder or turquoise or any other hue of blue whose name currently eludes me. Is that clearly understood?" He breathed deeply and folded his arms emphatically, as Lupin nodded and chuckled happily. Then Snape added as an afterthought, "And beards are unhygienic."

Lupin laughed, leaned forward and wrapped his hands over Snape's happily, but then his smile fell. "But we know the post is cursed. I often wonder how the curse will despatch me! Who knows what will happen, but if I can, I will. Wouldn't that be something?"

It would certainly be something, Snape thought. He wanted it very much. And it seemed that Lupin did too. His mind began to work furiously. What could happen? How could he prevent it? He so wanted Lupin to remain here with him. After all, Lupin had Claimed him and the Claim went soul-deep. They had deep magic together. They must be meant to be together. He was an intelligent and powerful wizard. He would watch for it. He would see the signs if they boded. He could prevent it: he was certain.
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