nimrod_9 (nimrod_9) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2010-09-09 15:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: pg13, prompt: fantasy fest 2010 |
Title: Unrestrained
Rating: This part PG-13
Character(s): Remus/Severus
Challenge: Fantasy Fest 2010
Word Count: 1,355
Disclaimer: Her characters, her money, my story
Warnings: Unbeta’d, no sex, Not DH compliant.
Notes: Apologies to the prompter and the mod. Sorry for the delay. I really do know what day it is…just not the time! Part one of three.
Prompt: Spontaneous, uncontrolled magic is something which usually only happens to untrained children, and S has always prided himself on his control. But after the war and his recovery from Nagini's poison, it's been happening to him with increasing frequency. The last time was nearly a disaster and he goes into hiding. R decides he knows what's wrong and barges in to help. Humor, lemons and a happy ending, please!
The first few times the bottles in the Potion's room rattled on the shelves it had been easy enough for Severus to ignore, the castle was still under repair after all. The morning his porridge exploded and his flatware ended up stuck in the far wall, well that could be blamed on the miscreant who used the stinging hex on the house elf who had been pouring Severus' tea. When a Hufflepuff blew up a cauldron and Severus ended up wearing a kilt, complete with sporran and without pants, he told the children this could easily have happened to them and most of them did not have the legs for it. There was no way to ignore the fact that something was most certainly going on; something beyond his control.
After that class he headed for his rooms to change back into his regular teaching robes and he skipped lunch in favor of attempting some research in the library. That had turned out to be a mistake. Since he'd missed lunch, his temper was even shorter; it did not bode well for the fifth year class of Gryffindor/Slytherin. When someone had added powdered yak horn at the wrong stage of a healing potion and the cauldron exploded and hit the ceiling, the proverbial shit hit the fan. His normally cutting tongue failed him and he once again ended up in Scottish attire whilst the ceiling rained down newts that were between the larval and eft stages; he slipped and fell in the slippery mess that allowed his privates to be exposed momentarily. Someone had shrieked at that point and he bellowed for them to leave the classroom immediately. He lay on the floor until the deluge of amphibians ceased. He recited arithmancy tables in his head, as he straightened the room and planned his next move, in an effort to control his temper. A substantial tea would be first and then a methodical plan for research, he took a deep cleansing breath; he was in control. He had to be.
He was in control for about twenty minutes before Minerva appeared at his chamber door.
"Might I come in, Severus?"
"I'm rather busy." He responded.
"It wasn't really a question, but more a polite gesture. I need to speak with you." She paused when he didn't move aside. "We can do it out here or in your rooms in private."
Severus stepped aside.
She took a seat without being offered one. "I see you have changed out of your kilt."
Severus twisted a lock of his hair between his fingers. "It was simply a teaching tool intended to make them understand how important the proper garments are whilst brewing potions."
Minvera crunched on a biscuit from Severus' tea tray. "But Regimental, Severus? Miss Landdick was shocked."
Severus rolled his eyes and the teapot quivered ominously. "She could not have been that shocked; she has been trying to see one up close and personal since she was twelve. Do you see how she haunts the Quidditch locker room area after a match?"
Minerva's lips twitched. "No matter. I must insist you wear trousers or pants, preferably both." She let out a small cough. "We are here to educate them, but please stick to the current curriculum of studies." A smile played on her lips.
"I will if they will." Severus replied dryly.
A chuckle broke free of Minerva's lips "I must insist that you do whether they do or not."
The teapot settled down and Severus' mouth twitched. "Very well."
Minvera nodded, took another sip of tea before she left his rooms.
Severus reheated the tea and after he had drunk every drop and licked the last crumbs from the cucumber sandwiches off of his fingers, he was ready to tackle this latest challenge. First, he would write a list of reference materials that might be appropriate and then go to the library. It had been folly to go as he had at lunch time without a proper plan. What had he been thinking?
After supper and detentions, he went to the library. The hour was late enough that only a few students were about. He slipped silently into the restricted section and strode purposefully towards the aisle that contained the first volume he required. As he rounded one set of shelves the toe of his boot caught on something, he heard a soft, startled sound as he stumbled and fell. Fireworks rained down over the restricted section and a quiet, husky voice whispered in his ear.
“Are you all right Severus?”
Severus drew his head back just as his traitorous body realised he was lying atop another man. A warm-blooded, bi-sexual werewolf to be exact. It looked like bloody Chinese New Year and he was sprawled directly over Remus Lupin.
“So fireworks instead of a kilt. Not that I would mind that either.” Remus mused from underneath him.
“Lupin! What the hell were you doing on the floor?”
“Well it’s like this, Severus. The shelves go all the way down to the floor so sometimes I have to kneel or sit down to get to the books on the bottom ones.”
Severus rolled off and the fireworks reduced to a shower of sparks. Remus righted himself. “If you need help I would be willing…’
Severus sprung to his feet and straightened his robes. “I can’t imagine why you would think I would need any help, especially yours.” He turned on his heel and stalked out of the library and straight to his rooms as quickly as he could without actually breaking into a run. The wooden door was hard against his back as he leaned against it and panted. He simply needed to regroup and return to his spy roots when it came to this problem, project he corrected himself. Tomorrow was Friday all he needed to do was get through his classes and he was free to take care of this task over the weekend.
Friday proved to be not as simple to get through as he had hoped. In fact, the day was over almost before it started. Severus took his usual place at the head table, porridge in front of him, tea to the right. Not a moment after Severus was settled in Hagrid attempted to walk behind him and tripped on some unseen item. Severus was nearly crushed by the toppled half-giant and his head smacked the table hard and the bowl of hot cereal ended up on his head. The ceiling in the Great Hall crackled with lightening and a deafening clap of thunder followed; the candles all blew out and dropped onto the stone floor. Fortunately, no one appeared to be injured.
The hall had gone completely silent for a moment. It was too much. Severus rolled over the tabletop and stalked out as quickly as he could. It was humiliating to have so little control and it was completely unacceptable to endanger anyone but himself with this malady. There was a very vivid picture in his mind of himself dancing on the head table, singing show tunes, naked with a hard-on. That was absolutely not going to happen.
He cast a cleansing spell as he reached his rooms. First, he pulled a dicta-quill from his desk and dictated a letter to Minerva. He would be taking a medical leave of absence as he had not recovered from the injuries he had received in the final battle. While he did that he tossed clothing, books and his list of research material into a bottomless valise. He turned to find Lupin watching him from the doorway.
“Are you all right, Severus?”
“Quite fine. Thank you.” Severus snapped the clasp of the valise closed.
Remus brushed his fingertips across Severus arm as he pushed past him out the door. “Are you certain?”
“Lupin, get away from me; far away from me!” Severus growled.
Remus stepped back. Severus knew he was not free of him; the bloody werewolf dogged his steps all the way to the edge of the grounds. Once he was free of the wards, Severus apparated to Spinner’s End.