Air Unzbuzzler (alwaysasnapefan) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2007-11-19 19:00:00 |
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Blondes Spill More Secrets
"What are you doing?" Lucius asked, and was promptly snubbed. Severus left the sitting room entirely, heading to the one designated as his bedroom.
"No, really, Severus, what has you so secretive?"
"I am always secretive. And you, Lucius, have never kept a secret in your entire life."
"That's not really true, is it, Snape? I never told Narcissa about the crush you had on her."
"Don't lie to me, Lucius. She made it very clear that it had indeed been you who let her in on the idea."
"Alright, alright . . . that quidditch thing where you saved Harry Potter at that match?"
"Your sister in-law confronted me about that one."
"Your fear of fairies?"
"Even Draco knew that! Face it, you imbecile, you could not contain a secret if it rolled into your arse, crawled up through your intestines, and took root in your pathetic, pure-blood stomach."
"You'll see," said Lucius after a moment of stricken silence. "I will indeed find out what you are hiding from me and then I shall keep your secret and you'll be able to trust me again. Like the good old days."
"I trust no one."
"No one didn't used to include me," said Lucius with a sad smile. "Well, good night. And good luck hiding your little scribblings from me."
"You can keep the good luck, Lucius. I'm better at concealing information than you are at seeking it out."
"We'll see."
The visit with the Malfoys was over, and Snape felt both triumphant and relieved. Or at least, he felt that way until a few weeks later, when he received a knock at his door.
"Lupin," he hissed.
"I'm sorry to barge in like this—"
"And I'm certain you're not sorry at all," said Snape, moving aside as Lupin pushed past him into the small sitting room.
"—but I feel I need to tell you that I'm, well . . . ."
"Not interested? Disgusted?"
"Well . . . ."
"Well?"
"What I mean to say is that I . . . ."
"You what?"
"I think the picture is a lovely likeness and I've been wanking to it all week."
A deathly silence, then a dangerous, "What?!"
Lupin shrugged. "So are you in or not?"
"In? On what, exactly?"
"Us."
"For a relationship with you?" he screwed his face up.
"Well, yes." He pulled a duplicate of the picture Snape had been drawing out of his pocket. "Is that a no?"
"Get your hands off of that," said Snape, yanking the picture from Lupin's soft fingers, brushing against them first by pure accident.
"It's lovely," he said sincerely.
"I know it is!" Snape snapped. "Though not as great as the original."
"Original? Did you make a second copy to send to me?"
"If you'll excuse me," said Snape, fixing his cloak to Apparate, "I have a Malfoy to skewer."
"By all means," said Lupin. "I'll just, uh, wait for you, shall I?"
Snape rolled the parchment back up, gripping it angrily. "You better be in that bed, dressed just like this."
Remus smirked softly. "Of course, Severus. And where is this original if I need to study it to do so?"
"Bedside table. I've been wanking to it too."
"Oh and Severus? I can safely assume you're going to do the same, correct? Nice duds."
Snape scowled and Apparated.
(A/N: I'm no artist, but this is the basic gist of the pic)