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The Intentions of Others	By : BunnyBopper Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 3142 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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OK so Dumbledore had figured it out. Did Severus really think that he wouldn’t? It’s not like he ever left the castle for extended periods in order to meet up with some dark, handsome stranger. He hadn’t taken that into account, and he used to be so cunning he could fool even The Dark Lord. Love really did do strange things to people.
It would be alright though. Albus understood. He must have gone through the same thing in a time where the wizarding world was far less accepting. It still…wasn’t great…but as attitudes in muggle society changed at a rapid rate, theirs followed. It wouldn’t do for wizards to appear behind in terms of social progress. Though there were still remnants of the attitude that homosexuality was a ‘muggle disease’.
Perhaps it would even be better this way. Now he knew the headmaster didn’t disapprove of their relationship, Severus wouldn’t need to act so cold towards Remus in front of the other teachers any more. That was becoming more and more difficult particularly after the other morning. He kept catching Remus grinning to himself like an idiot at the staff table when he thought Severus wasn’t looking.
He had to tell Remus. He wasn’t sure how he’d react, especially with this being entirely Severus’ own fault. Severus decided to get it out the way as soon as he’d returned from the shack and visited him in his quarters that night. Remus had been alarmed at first but quickly relaxed once Severus reassured him they had the headmaster’s blessing. He actually seemed to find it rather amusing.
“Well of course he would know it was me! You don’t have to be a genius like Dumbledore to put two and two together. I’m the only new person in your life right now!” Remus said, laughing at him.
“Yes, yes I was very foolish but there's no need to rub it in.” Severus grumbled, embarrassment flaring. “You have to remember this is all new to me!”
“Having an illicit affair?”
“I meant being in love.”
Remus looked at him, apparently carefully considering his next words. He looked down at the table between them before saying:
“Not even Lily?”
Hearing Remus say her name didn’t hurt as much as he’d expected it to.
“That was different. It’s wasn’t like this. I thought it was at the time but I was wrong.” Severus knew that now. Remus sat with that information for a time before looking back at him with a smile and taking his hand.
“We should go somewhere.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Somewhere away from the castle! Get away from all the people that know us and the…memories.”
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
“What? No! Well…I guess technically you could call it that.”
“Why do I get the feeling we’re doing things in reverse?”
“I guess neither of us turned into the most functional adults.”

***

So that was how Severus now found himself being dragged by the hand around each room of London’s National Gallery. Remus had planned the day fully but hadn’t told Severus much about it, just that they would be in muggle society so as to be less likely to run into someone they knew and therefore could, ironically, be themselves. Turned out Remus was an avid art lover. Not so much wizard portraits, which he described as ‘dull and hideously self-aggrandising’, Remus admired the way muggles could bring something to life on a canvas without magic. How people could trigger such a range of emotions using a few raw materials.
Severus wasn’t really sure he got it but he enjoyed listening to Remus talk so passionately about something and the way he seemed so enthusiastic about sharing it with him. The man got so carried away he had to be shushed by the guards on several occasions. After a couple of hours they left, Severus’ brain only feeling slightly overloaded by the various lessons.
“Sorry, I went on a bit.”
“No, it was wonderful. Thank-you.”
“I do love it there. Though I wish they’d had something from Monet’s blue period…”
“I’m guessing those would be more gardens but blue this time?”
Remus sighed.
“I don’t think you realise quite how ground-breaking French impressionism was.” He said, but managed to stop himself before he launched into another lecture. Severus watched as the man sat himself down on the wall of one of the fountains next to a very inaccurate depiction of a merman made of bronze. His gaze rested on one of the enormous lion sculptures.
“Ah, the Griffindor in his element.”
Remus chuckled at that.
“You have to admire how hard muggles work on these things like these.”
“It’s human nature to create. Sometimes I feel having magic takes some of the wonder out of it. It’s why I’ve always liked brewing potions, it feels more rewarding without so much wand-waving.”
“Never thought I’d hear that from you.”
“I told you I possessed hidden depths.”
“Indeed! You certainly revealed them to me the day you told me that.”
Severus falters. He’s always meant to come clean with Remus about what his true intentions were that day in his classroom but he’d been scared of how he’d react. It felt like the right time now though. Severus didn’t want their relationship to be based on lies or misconceptions. He’d grown tired of deceit.
So he sits down beside Remus, crowds of tourists wandering past them, and he tells him how it really was. How he’d convinced himself that he and Aurora were an item. How he’d been mad with jealousy but hadn’t understood why. How he didn’t realise he was attracted to him until they were wrapped around each other.
Remus is stunned at first. Then he starts to look upset and slightly distressed until Severus reassures him that the only thing he regrets is not being honest with him sooner, that it was the best thing that ever happened to him, and finally how being with him these past few months had changed everything.
And then, to Severus’ relief, Remus lets out that laugh he’s grown so familiar with lately.
“No wonder you were so flustered afterwards!”
“I don’t get flustered.”
“Please, you were like a smitten teenager.”
Severus is about the protest further when Remus leans in and kisses him. Instead he just clasps Remus’ hand in his and entwines their fingers together. It was only when they’d broken apart that Severus remembered they were in public. Not many people seemed to have noticed them but most of the ones that had were giving them discreet smiles of approval. Severus found he didn’t care about the ones that weren’t. He doesn’t let go of Remus’ hand.
“So what’s next?”
“Thought were could walk around Soho for a bit.”
“That is not happening.”
“Perhaps next time…”

***

The rest of the day passed far too quickly. Severus gained a new appreciation for muggle architecture from seeing it through Remus’ eyes which were full of wonder having not grown up with it. Though Severus doubted Remus would be as impressed if he took him back to Cokeworth.
Being openly a couple was surprisingly easy. Severus had never cared much about the opinions of muggles and he wasn’t about to start now. He wondered what it would be like to be like this in the wizarding world but found he couldn’t quite imagine it.
“Professors?!”
They'd just stepped out of a used book shop in Bloomsbury and Remus was teasing Severus about the nice edition of The Catcher in the Rye he'd managed to pick up. Severus' looked up astounded at the voice which belonged to Rubeus Hagrid. Not only was he shocked that he was in front of them but also by the fact that he'd been so absorbed in Remus he hadn't even noticed the enormous, hairy man among the crowd of people.
“Thought it were you two!” He boomed a them as he approached, causing several muggles to jump out of the way in alarm. “Saw you headin' in that shop. Figured I was mistaken though cos it looked like ye were holdin...anyway what's brought ye here?”
The two men had instinctively moved away from each other. Severus couldn't speak. Thankfully Remus took over.
“Afternoon Hagrid! Severus and I were just here visiting Bloomsbury at his suggestion.” Remus looks at him pointedly.
“I...er...”
“You see I've been doing a side research project on Kelpies and Severus suggested I incorporate a muggle perspective. There's a specific book on Scottish mythology I've been trying to get my hands on and we though this would be the best place to come.” Remus continued confidently as Severus floundered.
“I see! Any luck?”
“Not yet unfortunately. Though Severus managed to find some teenage fiction he wanted.”
“It's not teenage fiction! It's a modern classic!” Severus said indignantly as he found his voice.
Hagrid let out a thundering laugh causing a smartly dressed woman to start before turning to look at the three of them.
“Well, nice te see ye both gettin' along so well! Been ter visit the zoology museum meself. Amazin' what these muggles seem to think are extinct!” He looked around at the crowd fondly before saying. “Should we travel back te the castle t'gether?”
Severus felt his stomach drop. He supposed the day had to end sometime though.
“Actually Hagrid we're not going back to the castle tonight.”
“Oh?”
“There's a conference on the properties of gillyweed that Severus is dragging me to and I imagine it'll go on quite late. You're welcome to join us if you like!”
“Sounds like it'll go righ' over my head by thank ye anyway!” Hagrid said politely before bidding them farewell with a wave for Remus and a hard slap on the shoulder for Severus. Once the half-giant was out of earshot he turned to Remus.
“Are you sure you weren't put in Gryffindor by mistake? You showed a fair amount of cunning there.” Severus said, rubbing his bruised shoulder. “What did you mean about not going back to the castle?”
“I booked us a hotel…” Remus said with a sideways glance at him.
“Are you serious?”
“What’s the matter? Are you not the type to put out on a first date?”
“Hilarious.” Severus responded with a raised eyebrow. “I know he's oblivious but don’t you think other people will wonder why we’re both away for a night?”
“I doubt anybody’s first guess will be correct. Anyway, would it really be so bad if it was?” Remus was trying and failing to make his voice sound casual.
Maybe it was the result of the day they’d spent together but Severus was starting to seriously consider whether it would be or not. Severus knew the prospect was just as frightening for Remus as it was for him but, if they really wanted to make this work, they couldn’t hide forever.
“I expect dinner first.” Was all Severus said in reply.

***

After dinner at a modest restaurant – during which Remus had rare steak as he was still left with cravings after the full moon – they checked into their hotel. An awkward exchange occurred during which Remus had to clarify to the receptionist that yes he had in fact intended to book a double room. Severus gave the woman his best glare as she handed the keys over sheepishly but Remus simply thanked her with his politest of smiles.
The room was small and minimally decorated but somehow this made it tasteful, intentionally or otherwise. Severus was hit with a worry about how much of Remus’ monthly salary had gone into today but he thought better of saying anything. He’d already tried to pay for dinner but Remus wasn’t having any of it. Said it would be his turn next time.
Remus moved in behind him, encircled his arms round his waist and rested his head against shoulder.
“Sorry it’s not much.” He says apologetically. But Severus can’t imagine anything more perfect than this. He doesn’t tell him that though. Severus is getting better at understanding his own feelings but expressing them is another thing altogether. So he simply leans in to Remus and allows him to graze his lips over his neck. After his hands slide up to the buttons of his shirt Severus moves away and removes his wand, carefully concealed in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and begins muttering a silencing charm. Before he can finish Remus grabs his wand arm to stop him.
“The rest of the couples here won’t have that luxury. You’ll just have to keep the noise down for once.”
“Whatever does it for you.” He leans in to kiss Remus before saying, “I'm going for a shower first.” Remus sighs but he lets him go.
Severus had forgotten how terrible electric showers were. He spent about five minutes trying to get the temperature somewhere between scalding and ice cold. He'd considered enchanting it but had learned from experience that magic and muggle technology didn't always mix. He had also forgotten how much muggle shampoo stung the eyes. After another minute spent cursing and trying to blink the pain away he opened his eyes to find Remus standing naked in front of him.
“Haven't you ever heard of privacy Lupin?” Severus said when he'd regained his composure after the shock. “We really need to work on your perception of boundaries.”
“I need clear communication on that front.” Remus replied with a grin as he moved in closer to him. Severus relents and lets himself be kissed under the water, enjoying the way their bodies feel pressed together under the stream.
“Well you can make yourself useful while you're here.” He says, handing Remus the complimentary miniature bottle of shower gel that definitely did not smell like the ocean as advertised. The man eagerly obliged. He soaped up Severus' body, predictably spending more time in certain areas that others, until he's used up the meagre bottle. Severus laughs as Remus presses his body in closer in order to share some of the lather.
That laughter is short lived as Remus presses his mouth against his under the water before pushing him against the cold tiles and biting his bottom lip lightly. He keeps nipping Severus' skin between his teeth and he trails down over his neck and chest, pausing to take a nipple between his teeth making Severus gasp before getting down on the floor. He works Severus' hard cock a few times before taking it into his mouth.
Remus always looked amazing on his knees in front of him but the light glistening off the water running down his back made him simply divine. But...those tiles couldn't be good for Remus' knees and Severus was starting to feel cold now he wasn't under the water. Plus he'd had other ideas for how this evening would go.
“Perhaps we should move back to the bedroom...” He suggests, looking down at him. Remus reluctantly takes his mouth away from him.
“Perhaps? I said clear communication.” He says teasingly, still working the base with his hand.
“OK. I would like to move to the bedroom now because I'm bloody freezing.”
Remus laughs and stands up with a groan of effort.
“Probably for the best. I'm not as young as I used to be.”

***

They'd moved on to the small double bed. Too eager for each other to bother drying themselves fully. Severus had so far been successful in stifling his moans mostly using Remus’ mouth to do so.
“What do you want?” Remus breathed into his ear. He lay sidelong next to him and had progressed to firmly working Severus cock with one hand but was going no further.
“I…ah…”
“I can’t read your mind, remember?”
“You realise you sound like a simpleton when you call it that?” Severus informed him through sharp intakes of breath.
“Well, I can just get you off like this but if you want something else you’ll have to tell me…”
“Fine.” Severus said with frustration. “I want you to do what you did before.”
“Remind me what that was?” He teased.
“Please don’t make me say it.” Severus covered his steadily reddening face with his hand. Remus smirks but gives up the cruelty. He takes his hand away mid rhythm causing Severus to groan briefly. That groan turns into a gasp as Remus moves down to enter him with his fingers.
“I take it you’re a fan of this?” Remus asks as he watches Severus grip the bed sheets between both fists, the muscles of his torso clenching. He just moves against Remus’ fingers in response. “But surely you want something more? I mean, you probably could get there with this alone but it might take a while...”
“I want you to fuck me this time.” Severus blurted out, a little too loudly, as the pleasure overtook him. Remus' smug confidence vanished as he let out a low groan followed by a curse.
“You sure?” He asked, already clambering fully on top of him.
“Are you going to make me beg for it?”
“Now there's an idea...”
Remus moved in for a deep kiss before beginning to move his body against his. That almost-but-not-quite-enough friction always sent Severus crazy. He began to moan louder before remembering their situation and he bit down against Remus' shoulder in an effort to quieten himself. This backfired however as it caused the other man to moan in equal volume.
'Shit. Maybe we should use a charm. Don't want us to get thrown out...' Remus said after Severus shushed him.
'Giving up your little game as soon as it gets difficult?' He challenged.
Remus grins down at him in response before moving off the bed to his discarded pile of clothes. Severus expects him to pull out his wand and start performing the spell but instead what emerges is a jar of lubricant. He really needs to stop being surprised by Remus' forward thinking.
Remus prepares him with the assuredness of someone who knows what they're doing. He pushes his now slick fingers into him again, stretching and teasing him until Severus is writhing beneath him. Then he's on top of him, slathering his own impossibly hard cock while whispering into his ear how long he's wanted to do this, how good it's going to feel to be inside him, causing Severus to melt against him.
Despite the length of time Remus spends getting him ready, Severus can't suppress a sharp intake of breath as he begins to enter him.
“Are you OK?” Remus asks, all consideration despite his own arousal. Severus loves this about him but also finds it extremely irritating on occasion.
“Yes of course I am!” He snaps.
“Really? Because you seem a little tense...” The man is far too intuitive.
“I just need a minute to adjust.”
Remus considers things for a minute.
“Maybe you should be on top.” He says, withdrawing and lying down beside him again.
“What?!”
“You'll be in control that way. Might make things easier.”
Remus is already pulling Severus on top of him. His self-consciousness is amplified by how exposed he feels sitting astride Remus. But part of him enjoyed it when Remus pushed him out of his comfort zone, which was good because it seemed to be happening a lot lately. So, with a slow exhale, he lets the man guide him back on to his cock.
Severus leans forward to frame Remus' face with his raven black hair as he kisses him. Severus begins to move back against him. It is easier this way. He can take Remus into him at this own pace without worrying about it being too much for him. Remus opens his mouth as Severus moves back so he's fully inside him. As he does, Severus inserts his tongue and enjoys the feel of Remus moaning into him.
He'd always imagined himself as a passive recipient when he thought about this. It felt good to be the one making Remus squirm beneath him. Severus runs his slender hands over Remus' chest as he sits up. He begins to slowly grind on top of him and takes in the sight of Remus coming undone below him.
“Oh God, Severus you feel fucking unbelievable.” He can't help but smile when he hears that and rewards him by moving faster. “And you look amazing.”
Severus is about to tell Remus to stop being ridiculous but pleasure is suddenly overwhelming him. Whether Remus has judged that he's ready or whether he's just lost control, Severus isn't sure, but regardless he's started thrusting up into him. He's hitting Severus in just the right spot. Again, he's not sure if this is intentional or not as Remus doesn't seem to be in full possession of his mental faculties.
What Severus does know is that he can't take it any longer. He moves his hand to his own cock in desperation. This results in a guttural moan of approval from Remus. Even though his eyes are closed he can feel the man watching him lustfully. He feels a hot rise of embarrassment but it only serves heighten his arousal.
“Yes...Remus...Fuck...I can't...”
He's lost all control now. There's just the incredible sensation of Remus thrusting into him and the promise of orgasm steadily building. Severus opens his eyes and sees through the hair covering his face that Remus is still transfixed by his hand which is now moving uncontrollably by itself.
Just as Severus is right on the edge, Remus joins him in pumping his cock before taking over completely. The pleasure is blinding. Severus hears a voice, (that doesn't sound like his but it must be), calling out Remus' name following by a deep loud moan as he begins to spurt out onto the man's navel. It seems to go on forever. He's still going when he feels the heat of Remus coming inside him with a long loud 'Fuuccck'.
Severus collapses on top of him and Remus clings to him tightly. All of a sudden some muffled laughter sounds from out in the corridor and they look at each other. They'd completely forgotten about being quiet.
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