Title: Suffering Fools Pairing:Severus/Lupin/Sirius Rating: R, due to "implications." Disclaimer: I still don’t own Harry Potter. And I doubt JK will trade all my candy for them either. Summary: The things Severus does for his lovers. Notes: Lore, thank you for giving me the chance to write a character whose head I haven’t gotten into before. I think for *cough* 200 *cough* words I pulled him off. Maybe. killpurakat Thanks for being my beta! And making my Snape sound Snape-ish. And making sure my words are the right words. And that all the commas found happy, appropriate homes.
To Severus, it was another generic Halloween ball in a long line of celebratory parties since the defeat of Voldemort.
“Severus? Glaring again?”
Severus looked over at the man beside him, illuminated by the carved mouths of the floating pumpkins.
Lupin. One of two reasons he was at this party.
The other reason swaggered over, carrying two glasses of champagne.
Black.
“You could’ve just stayed home.”
And leave his two lovers to be pawed at by hero-worshipping bints? No, that was unacceptable.
However, the next painted trollop commenting on Black’s backside would receive a hex across her own.
Same for the berks that wonder aloud if Lupin’s animalistic nature extended to the bedroom.
Lupin took the glass Black passed him. “Maybe we should have gone to the Brown’s costume party? Severus needs some cheering up.”
“Severus is in a foul mood?”
“In case it escaped the notice of you two imbeciles, I’m right here.”
“We know, love.” Sirius gave him a toothy grin. “But we’ll leave soon, at the witching hour. Until then, let’s dance.” His expression turned smug. “You can grope my ‘bang-able backside’ before we go home and enjoy ‘Remus’s animalistic urges’.”