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lesyeuxverts) wrote2007-12-05 02:44 am
lesyeuxverts) wrote2007-12-05 02:44 am
Entry tags:
Coming Home
Title: Coming Home
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 1000
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Warnings: DH spoilers, fluff
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
adventdrabbles, day 5 – and also for ![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
gingertart50, thanks for being a great friend and a fabulous beta! Happy Holidays!
"Listeria," Severus said without looking at the culture slide. He pushed the microscope back toward his student, hard enough to jar it out of focus. "Dawson. Get a grip on basic sterile technique or find another course of study – if you contaminate one more culture with fingers still grubby from your lunch, I'll –"
The department's secretary, an overfed and underdressed woman wearing a ridiculous hat swinging with holly and a sprig of mistletoe that jutted out over her nose, came up behind Severus and began fondling his elbow. He spun around, taking two steps away from her, and glared at the offending hand. "Do not lay your hands on me."
She huffed at him, her large gold earrings flashing as she waggled her head. "Don't shoot the messenger, Professor. I'm just telling you that there's a man waiting for you in your office, something about your mother's will."
"If you had brains as big as the cheap jewelry you're wearing, you wouldn't have let him into the building, let alone my office. If a thought had ever crossed your mind, you would have thought to check departmental records and realized that my mother has been dead for decades."
"I follow orders, and that's more than can be said for some people, Professor. Don't shoot the messenger." She said it again as though it had been particularly witty, giving him a pointed look, and then swept her gaze over the class. Severus glared the students into silence, and she flounced out of the room.
"Class dismissed. Enjoy your winter holiday and try not to forget the precious little information that you've managed to retain – if that is not too far beyond your mental capacity."
Lupin was waiting in Severus's office, fingering the tinsel on the fake holiday tree that the secretary had insisted on installing in the corner. He was no longer shabby or hovering on death's door – the years had been good to him. They hadn't treated Severus half as well.
Severus had readied his lips for a sneer when Lupin waved the door shut with a flick of his wand and advanced on him, pushing him against the wall.
Severus shoved him away. "What do you mean by this?"
"Don't blame the secretary for letting me in," Lupin said. Taking a deep breath, he stepped away from Severus and held his hands up in a peacemaking gesture. "I charmed her into doing it."
"Even the golden Gryffindors lose their morals when it's convenient, I see."
Lupin stood behind Severus's desk, examining the room – micrographs of bacteria, artistic renderings of crystallographic structures of proteins, and precise rows of textbooks. A glass snow-globe with a miniature version of Hogwarts was the only ornament other than the hideous tree. "You've done well for yourself, I see." He began opening the cupboards along the wall until he tapped his wand against one, opening it to reveal Severus's cauldron and supplies. "Very well, I imagine."
"I know what is right and what is wrong, Lupin. When I give my word –"
Severus didn't finish the sentence – he let it hang there between them, like all of the past years and forgotten assertions. All the years of wasted knowledge, wasted love, wasted magic – it had been an unjust decree passed down by a desperate Ministry, banishing him to this world, but Severus had kept his life and his word. Remus had broken all of his promises.
"If there's nothing further, you can take your mangy fleas with you when you go. Don't expect me to wish you best returns of the season or any sort of holiday nonsense."
Lupin pushed up against Severus until their hearts were thumping together, beats separated only by cloth and breastbones. "Oh, there's something further," he said. He claimed Severus's mouth, bruising it with a deep kiss. All of their separation, the time and worlds spent apart – none of it had changed the way that Lupin kissed. He tasted like peppermint, slightly spicy, and his stubble rasped against Severus's chin.
Severus's hands went up to grasp Lupin's shoulders – pushing him away or pulling him closer, Severus hardly knew. Lupin sucked on his lower lip, and Severus yielded with a gasp, parting his lips.
"Come back with me."
Severus tightened his grip on Lupin's shoulders. "If you've come here to taunt me –"
Lupin unrolled a scroll and presented it to him with a flourish. "Full and official pardon," he said, "for crimes committed during times of war. Severus –"
He leaned closer, nuzzling Severus's neck, taking deep breaths of his scent, kissing his scars. He kissed Severus again, deep and thorough, making it last. "You lived for me, as I lived for you. You waited for me, and I came for you, as I said I would. Come home with me."
"Pretty poetry will not help your cause. I have a life here, Lupin. Too little, too –"
"It's not too late. What do you have here, dunderheaded students and grubby little bacteria in test tubes? Don't tell me that you've changed so much that you can find joy in that, Severus."
He kissed Severus again, sloppy and desperate, fumbling with the buttons on his high-collared shirt – he stepped back only when Severus didn't respond.
"There has been … too much between us," Severus said. "All of those years – I have a life here, Lupin."
Severus traced his swollen lips with a finger, and then when Lupin's shoulders had slumped, when he had turned to the door and taken that first step – when his shadow had crossed the threshold, Severus said, "You may visit me, of course. Students are the same everywhere, but I'll teach you to appreciate the intricacies of bacteria, the minute wonders of bacteria and the minor miracles that they can accomplish."
"Severus," Lupin said, resting his forehead against Severus's cheek, "you haven't changed at all."
"Happy Christmas," Severus said, just to prove Lupin wrong – and then Severus kissed him, and it was like coming home.
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 1000
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Warnings: DH spoilers, fluff
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Written for
adventdrabbles, day 5 – and also for gingertart50, thanks for being a great friend and a fabulous beta! Happy Holidays!"Listeria," Severus said without looking at the culture slide. He pushed the microscope back toward his student, hard enough to jar it out of focus. "Dawson. Get a grip on basic sterile technique or find another course of study – if you contaminate one more culture with fingers still grubby from your lunch, I'll –"
The department's secretary, an overfed and underdressed woman wearing a ridiculous hat swinging with holly and a sprig of mistletoe that jutted out over her nose, came up behind Severus and began fondling his elbow. He spun around, taking two steps away from her, and glared at the offending hand. "Do not lay your hands on me."
She huffed at him, her large gold earrings flashing as she waggled her head. "Don't shoot the messenger, Professor. I'm just telling you that there's a man waiting for you in your office, something about your mother's will."
"If you had brains as big as the cheap jewelry you're wearing, you wouldn't have let him into the building, let alone my office. If a thought had ever crossed your mind, you would have thought to check departmental records and realized that my mother has been dead for decades."
"I follow orders, and that's more than can be said for some people, Professor. Don't shoot the messenger." She said it again as though it had been particularly witty, giving him a pointed look, and then swept her gaze over the class. Severus glared the students into silence, and she flounced out of the room.
"Class dismissed. Enjoy your winter holiday and try not to forget the precious little information that you've managed to retain – if that is not too far beyond your mental capacity."
Lupin was waiting in Severus's office, fingering the tinsel on the fake holiday tree that the secretary had insisted on installing in the corner. He was no longer shabby or hovering on death's door – the years had been good to him. They hadn't treated Severus half as well.
Severus had readied his lips for a sneer when Lupin waved the door shut with a flick of his wand and advanced on him, pushing him against the wall.
Severus shoved him away. "What do you mean by this?"
"Don't blame the secretary for letting me in," Lupin said. Taking a deep breath, he stepped away from Severus and held his hands up in a peacemaking gesture. "I charmed her into doing it."
"Even the golden Gryffindors lose their morals when it's convenient, I see."
Lupin stood behind Severus's desk, examining the room – micrographs of bacteria, artistic renderings of crystallographic structures of proteins, and precise rows of textbooks. A glass snow-globe with a miniature version of Hogwarts was the only ornament other than the hideous tree. "You've done well for yourself, I see." He began opening the cupboards along the wall until he tapped his wand against one, opening it to reveal Severus's cauldron and supplies. "Very well, I imagine."
"I know what is right and what is wrong, Lupin. When I give my word –"
Severus didn't finish the sentence – he let it hang there between them, like all of the past years and forgotten assertions. All the years of wasted knowledge, wasted love, wasted magic – it had been an unjust decree passed down by a desperate Ministry, banishing him to this world, but Severus had kept his life and his word. Remus had broken all of his promises.
"If there's nothing further, you can take your mangy fleas with you when you go. Don't expect me to wish you best returns of the season or any sort of holiday nonsense."
Lupin pushed up against Severus until their hearts were thumping together, beats separated only by cloth and breastbones. "Oh, there's something further," he said. He claimed Severus's mouth, bruising it with a deep kiss. All of their separation, the time and worlds spent apart – none of it had changed the way that Lupin kissed. He tasted like peppermint, slightly spicy, and his stubble rasped against Severus's chin.
Severus's hands went up to grasp Lupin's shoulders – pushing him away or pulling him closer, Severus hardly knew. Lupin sucked on his lower lip, and Severus yielded with a gasp, parting his lips.
"Come back with me."
Severus tightened his grip on Lupin's shoulders. "If you've come here to taunt me –"
Lupin unrolled a scroll and presented it to him with a flourish. "Full and official pardon," he said, "for crimes committed during times of war. Severus –"
He leaned closer, nuzzling Severus's neck, taking deep breaths of his scent, kissing his scars. He kissed Severus again, deep and thorough, making it last. "You lived for me, as I lived for you. You waited for me, and I came for you, as I said I would. Come home with me."
"Pretty poetry will not help your cause. I have a life here, Lupin. Too little, too –"
"It's not too late. What do you have here, dunderheaded students and grubby little bacteria in test tubes? Don't tell me that you've changed so much that you can find joy in that, Severus."
He kissed Severus again, sloppy and desperate, fumbling with the buttons on his high-collared shirt – he stepped back only when Severus didn't respond.
"There has been … too much between us," Severus said. "All of those years – I have a life here, Lupin."
Severus traced his swollen lips with a finger, and then when Lupin's shoulders had slumped, when he had turned to the door and taken that first step – when his shadow had crossed the threshold, Severus said, "You may visit me, of course. Students are the same everywhere, but I'll teach you to appreciate the intricacies of bacteria, the minute wonders of bacteria and the minor miracles that they can accomplish."
"Severus," Lupin said, resting his forehead against Severus's cheek, "you haven't changed at all."
"Happy Christmas," Severus said, just to prove Lupin wrong – and then Severus kissed him, and it was like coming home.
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I didn't have a prompt for you *stern look* ... but I figured I couldn't go too far wrong with Listeria, hehe. :)