drachenmina (drachenmina) wrote in red_day_love, @ 2008-08-16 13:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | rating: r, type: fic |
fic: A New Beginning
Title: A New Beginning
Author: drachenmina
Word Count: 1,900
Rating: R
Characters: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape,
Summary: Non-magic AU. Just a little holiday-ficlet I jotted down on the plane.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta-read by the inestimable blpaintchart *smooches*
AN: For red_day_dawning *hugs*. Still sighing over those purple suede boots... ;D
Remus shifted restlessly in his seat for the umpteenth time, wondering how on Earth aeroplane travel could ever have been considered romantic and glamorous. He was getting heartily sick of all these delays. They’d been sitting in the plane, stationary on the tarmac, for over half an hour now, and the pilot had just announced they wouldn’t be going anywhere for another half hour at least. Remus smiled ruefully to himself as he recalled how his friends had been so adamant that taking a holiday would do him the world of good – so far, it had been one aggravation after another, what with the queues at the airport and the sheer claustrophobia of air travel these days.
It was the first time he’d been away since the divorce, and the first time he’d ever holidayed alone. He was on his way to an Alpine village on the shores of a picturesque lake – something about the wildness of the country, with its looming, forested mountains and sudden, harsh thunderstorms, had called to him irresistibly. He’d wanted to visit Austria for years, but Dora had always insisted they stay somewhere with a beach and rather more in the way of nightlife.
Remus shuddered as he remembered their last holiday in Ibiza. The marriage had already been rockier than the Alps he should, by now, have been gazing down at from the aeroplane window, and the holiday that had been meant to bring them back together had in fact been the final, catastrophic straw. Remus had hardly seen his wife – she’d spent her evenings in the local night-clubs without him, tarted up to the nines, and the days sleeping it off on the beach, waking occasionally to accuse him of eyeing up the waiters more than she did. Not, of course, without some grounds, Remus had to admit. They’d parted almost immediately on their return to England, to the accompaniment of a chorus of I told you it’d never last, in large part from the very people who’d previously encouraged Remus to ignore the age difference and told him he’d be mad to turn her down.
Remus was drawn back to the present by the sound of one of his fellow-passengers complaining loudly to a flight attendant in tones of the most withering sarcasm. Remus listened, feeling rather guilty for enjoying the caustically witty tirade of abuse, half of which he was quite certain went right over the head of its overly made-up target. The complainer, he could just see through a gap in the seats, was a man of Remus’ own age, tall and somewhat gaunt, with dark hair and clothes to match. Not unattractive, Remus thought, with an almost adolescent thrill at the thought that he was now entirely free to admire whomever he pleased. A rather, ahem, strong profile – but something about that face hinted at sensuality. Not, of course, that Remus was ever likely to get to know its owner, he thought with a sigh. Still, he could fantasise, and proceeded to do just that as the delays dragged on.