Snape and Remus reminisce about old times, set after OotP, Sirius/Remus slash implied…just a little valentines day fluff…^-^enjoy!
Remus' PoV:
I shook the snow out of my hair, the wetness still clinging to my scarf and patched jacket. I stepped with my muddy leather boots inside the small dinner, warmth caressing my cheeks softly. It was a dreary valentines day…
My eyes wisped over the dinner, the chubby waitress who knew me smiled and I nodded back, various truckers were smoking in the corners, the shining counter held only a few occupants, a man in a red plaid shirt hunched over his coffee, a man who's belly hung out of his torn shirt disgustingly, and…
Oh, God…
It was him! His black aura was as blatant as a raven in the white snow. What was he doing here? I now felt very unwilling to sit down. I glared at him, sipping his coffee, his unwanted miasma covering the counter like a black cloud. What to do? It came to which one I prized more, the warmth of a fresh coffee or my hatred of Snape. Snape or coffee, I thought, Snape or…coffee…
In the end my addiction to caffeine forced me to take a seat at the counter, as far away from his as possible. The waitress wandered over to me, his black eyes following her. I shrank into the cushion of my stool and held the menu over my face so that he wouldn't see me, but it was too late… he was already walking over…
"Lupin," He said monotonously.
"Snape," I half-growled. He said in the unwelcoming chair next to me.
"How are you?" he said stiffly, clutching his cold coffee mug.
"Fine," I spat. I tried my best not to look at him. But he still remained, black eyes boring into my skull. A few moments went by like this until I hissed finally, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Snape grinned as if he had been waiting all along for me to ask, "Well, Dumbledore sent me a message a few days ago… said I should 'lie low'… I was hungry, and I know that a deatheater wouldn't be caught dead in this place." His eyes combed the contents of the diner. "What are you doing here?"
"Hello, Mr. Lupin," the waitress, Tasha, greeted me, "You're usual?"
"Yes please," I said brightly. Snape gave a look of disgust.
"Oh, brother… don't tell me you actually go here regularly…"
"Is there any reason your talking to me?" I let my impatience get the best of me, "After what you did to Sirius? Did you just assume that I wanted to talk to you?"
Snape sniffed, bitterly, "Well, excuse me." He turned his back on me, and grumbled, "seeing as you're the only…" he lowered his voice, "magician… in miles and I just so happened to know you… I figured it would be…"
"Tasha's a magician," I cut him off; she grinned as she poured me my coffee. Snape just nodded, curtly, looked at me and grunted, "Oh," as to say that wasn't a good enough excuse.
The icy silence went by for a very long time, and it was not warmed, now matter how many cups of coffee I drank. I still had a tension in the bottom of my stomach, whether it was guilt or anger or pity or annoyance I could not tell. Snape just looked at the cold remnants of his cup, fixated in thought. Until finally Snape broke the silence…
"Why do you hate me?"
I had been sipping a fresh bit of my cup, and when he asked this, I took a large gulp that burned my insides. "What?"
I was no longer looking into the eyes of a disgruntled potions master; it was as if I could see the sad, lonely teenager reawakened behind his pupils, "Why do you…"
"I heard you!" I stammered, "What…Why…I don't…w-why would you…I don't hate you…"
Severus just looked back into his coffee mug. The moment was gone, he immediately turned back into the grouchy, unloved Snape I knew, and he ignored me again.
"Well, why would I not hate you after what you've done?"
"I haven't done anything to you!"
"What about Sirius? Hmm?"
"I told you about that… I told you I was sorry…"
"…or how bad you treat Harry, or Neville, or any of your students…"
"Who cares about that? I'm talking about you! What have I ever done to you?"
"You…" my stomach gave a sickening jolt, "You…" I tried to think of something, anything. I felt my face turning red, "You…"
He cupped his hand to his ear menacingly, "I… what?"
"YOU POISONED ME IN SIXTH YEAR!"
I said that perhaps a little too loud, several truckers turned around and looked at me strangely. But I didn't care; I had found the thing that I was trying to remember. I let out a triumphant, "Ha!" pointing at a very dumbfounded Snape. Dumbfounded… Snape… what an oxymoron...
"Huh?" Snape gasped looking like I had grown another head.
"You don't remember? Man, you gave me a complex!"
His black eyes narrowed stupidly, "Poisoned you? I don't…"
I glared at him, "Remember? St. Valentine's day… about twenty years ago… you gave a certain love potion to a certain werewolf who subsequently fell into ecstasy and subsequently fell in love with a certain one of his best friends…"
His eyes widened, "Ooooooohh…"
~flashback ~
A/N: yeah, I know I'm evil. I had to stop it here to have it posted on Valentine's Day. This is a Valentine's Day fic and to not post it on the holiday would just be dumb…
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