Title: The Fairy Mound Pairing: Severus Snape/Remus Lupin Rating: PG Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only. Summary: Traditionally, dates come before kissing. Notes: Thanks to my betareaders, sevfan and emynn.
Decanting his potion, Severus sighs. Business is slow; he’s unlikely to have another customer on All Hallow’s Eve. Closing early, he starts for his local, deciding to enjoy a pint before retiring.
Three pints later, Severus, tipsy, stumbles from the Dark Side of the Moon pub. Should walk, might splinch myself otherwise.
Hearing footsteps following, Severus speeds up. Not everyone appreciated his acquittal. Heart racing, he fumbles for his wand.
Someone grasps his shoulder. “Hold on!”
Five nauseating seconds later, Severus is...elsewhere. Irate, he glares at his rescuer. “Lupin?!”
Lupin smiles. “Those blokes meant business.”
“Thanks, I suppose.” Severus frowns, looking around. “Although...you landed us in a fairy mound! Fool!”
Lupin pauses. “Oops.”
“There’s no escape!”
“There’s one,” Lupin murmurs, and leaning in, kisses Severus.
As Severus starts to respond, Lupin pulls back. “Now,” he whispers, and they jump to safety.
Severus hears tiny laughter. Flushed, he faces Lupin. “How dare--?”
“You kissed me back,” Lupin says. “So...how about dinner?”
Severus huffs. “Traditionally, dates come before kissing.”
Lupin grins. “Since when have either of us been traditional?”
True-- Severus smirks. “Lead on,” he says, admiring Lupin’s assets as he turns away. Perhaps his lonely evenings are over.