Morning in Hogsmeade. (SS, RL, R) *COMPLETED* Who: Severus Snape and Remus Lupin When: Morning, 23rd January 1999 Where: Severus' house in Hogsmeade. Rating: Oh... R at least, for language.
Outside, the sun had barely risen on the black sky, the winter-sleepy birds twittering in the trees outside Severus' bedroom window. He had slept badly, blaming the slight smell of paint that still hadn't left the room.
He was staring up in the bed's canopy, wondering whether he should turn and try to sleep some more. He didn't like being awake this early, he had never really got used to it, even after almost twenty years at Hogwarts. He sighed and buried his face in the deep, soft pillows, still trying to make some sense of what had happened the day before - the selfsame reason that had kept him from sleeping.
Severus gave up. On the bottom line there was but one explanation: Severus was attracted to bloody Remus Lupin, and he wanted to be near him. It scared him shitless and it didn't make sense, and yet it made perfect sense, especially if Severus had been known to be a soppy idiot who couldn't keep his emotions in line.
No, no sense at all.
Severus turned again, half way angrily, and pushed the duvet away. He could just as well get up and find out if he was to have his hope crushed. If Lupin didn't show up, Severus would just go back to hating him.
That decision felt much better. Hate, he knew. He was good at it. In a slightly better mood, Severus showered and dressed, then went down to the old kitchen. He lit the fire and the cooker, pulling eggs and sausages and tomatoes and bacon out from the cupboard he had charmed to keep them in a stasis. Severus usually didn't eat much in the morning, and of course nothing of the luxurious meal he was preparing was meant for a certain werewolf.
Lupin probably didn't want to come back. Why would he, Severus asked himself in a bout of self-loathing. He wasn't really someone other people liked, neither as a friend, nor as... more than a friend.