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Thou Shalt Not Look at Another Man’s Wife
Thou Shalt Not Look at Another Man’s Wife
Damn it! I really didn’t want to go to this bloody meeting! I know precisely what it is – it’s the day before the school year starts again (and my torment) and Dumbledore wants to introduce us to the *new* DADA professor – Remus ‘I’m so fucking wonderful’ Lupin. Told Dumbledore I saw no need for me to be there – after all I am perfectly well acquainted with the ruddy werewolf. Albus in his great wisdom informed me that Lupin’s wife would be joining him and that it would be courteous of me to attend. Informed Albus I am not bloody courteous, in case he hadn’t noticed. Then the ancient wizard told me with that irritating ‘want to throw myself down the stairs’ twinkle in his eye that the meeting was for all staff and that I had no choice in the matter.
Bloody authority.
So here I am sitting in the far corner of the staff room attempting to block out Sybil Trelawny’s incessant ramblings on her ‘visions’ for the year. Any of them involve me cursing certain werewolf from here to eternity, Sybil?
I see Lupin arrive looking quite flustered – and also without his wife. Fucking left you, has she? Pity. He glances around the room with that mischievous grin, nodding his head at the staff members he knows – and it is most of them. Seems other than the DADA position everyone else is either content with or bound to their jobs. Fucking Lupin. Fucking got the DADA job again, and here I am Potions Master for the past 18 years. What the hell has Lupin got that gets him the job? I certainly have more practice in the Dark Arts, more teaching experience.
Lupin, unfortunately, has kept in contact with me of late. Not by my own doing, I hasten to add. Seems him and his precious little wife want to start a family with just one problem – Lupin is, of course, a werewolf (mentioned that before, have I?). For some reason, and blow me if I can understand why, he doesn’t want his kids to have lycanthropy. Doesn’t seem to have done Lupin any fucking harm. Anyway, he asked me to help brew a potion, basically a strong version of Wolfsbane to prevent that from happening. Course I refused. Informed the bastard that one of him was plenty enough for this world. Dumbledore (curse his interfering nature) told me otherwise. Actually he damned near threatened me to do it.
I tried, of course, but oh, the potion just doesn’t seem to work. Silly Severus and his fumbling hands…
Course I’m not that much of a bastard – there won’t be any little werewolves running around. Seems that a werewolf cannot impregnate a non-werewolf with such a child. Guess they pair of them are just going to have to wait until I am in a better mood. Good luck to them.
“Ah, we’re all here now,” Dumbledore interrupts my thoughts. Just as well, can never tell who can get inside your mind in the wizarding world and I doubt my thoughts on the bloody werewolf would stay quite so pleasant. I return to my newspaper. Fuck this. “I would like to welcome you all back for the new school year. I am pleased to inform…”
Dumbledore dribbles on, praising the bloody werewolf like he’s king of the fucking universe. I am not listening. Bet he wouldn’t say the same about me.
“And of course, Remus’ lovely wife shall be joining him here…”
I glance up. Now this should be worth a laugh. What sort of pathetic soul would settle down with that egomaniac…?
Cripes, she’s stunning. Long brown hair, slim figure and… no, it can’t be! No bloody way…
“Hermione Lupin. Of course, some of you may remember her from her school days here as Hermione Granger…”
Remember indeed. Haven’t stopped thinking about the girl since she left. She’s as beautiful as ever, standing next to Dumbledore looking confident and happy. Christ, and now she’s the fucking werewolf’s. I gave her up so that bastard could have her?! So she could spend her fucking life as his faithful puppy dog, cleaning his house and having his fucking children?! She was meant to do so much more with her life, she had so much promise…
Cannot even bear to think about him touching her. In fact thought makes me want to jump Lupin right here and take my revenge in the most nasty, slow torturing ways…
Fuck what anyone else thinks, the moment I get him alone I am going to rip his fucking throat out!
ise ise I am gaping at her and decide this is not a particularly good way to keep up my stony exterior. Can’t give the rest of the faculty any more ammo against me. Quick glance around the room confirms that no one has seen…except Hooch who is looking quite amused. She can bloody join Lupin in the blood bath. Give the bitch a long sneer, before snapping my paper back up and blotting them all out. Pity I can’t convince my mind of this.
I continue to brood as Dumbledore finally shuts up and Hermione and her fucking husband begin to make their way around the room talking pleasantly to everyone. Don’t even think about coming over here, girl. You will most certainly regret it. Well, your husband will at least.
Time passes so slowly. Finally they finish talking with McGonagall who is seated to my right, though far enough away that the pair think they can have a conversation without me hearing. And to think he fucking wanted me to help him have kids with my Hermione!
“Come on,” Lupin says in a hushed voice. “He won’t bite.”
Don’t be so bloody sure of yourself.
“No, I think Professor Snape wishes to be left alone,” Hermione hisses back. “Let’s just leave him.”
Clever girl.
“Oh, Herm,” Lupin insists, “he’s perfectly human under that charade. And he’s not your Professor anymore…”
“Remus, don’t…”
“Severus, I believe you know my wife.” Dammit. Why couldn’t he have just listened to her? Course, what do I expect from a man with an ego the size of Europe.
“Indeed,” I mutter into my paper. Will not look at her. Will not acknowledge her. Will pretend this never happened. Will go back to fantasies of the day Hermione and I get back together…
“Been awhile since she’s been here, mind you. What is it now, Dear? Five years?”
Dear? Don’t you dare call her Dear! Don’t you dare even look at her, you filthy piece of distended rectum!
“Seven.” Oh, hoiceoice is so sweet, yet she sounds almost scared. Can’t help it, I lower the paper to take a look at her close up. She still has those beautiful brown eyes, her bushy hair is tamer now, though still a little scruffy, the light smattering of freckles across her nose has faded somewhat, but she is most definitely still Hermione. My Hermione. Gods, must stop thinking of her like that.
“Has it been that long?” Remus asks in a sickeningly sweet manner. Yes, you idiot, it has been seven long heart wrenching years since I last held *your* wife.
“Hello, Severus.”
I can’t take this, it’s all too much.
“Don’t bloody call me that!” I snap at her. I quickly toss my paper into the empty seat beside me and get to my feet.
“Now, now, Severus, Hermione is no longer your student and I will not allow you to talk to her in that manner!” Lupin informs me. Well, is that so? Prefer I get down on my knees and beg her to come back to me? That make you happy?
“Miss Granger will refer to me in the manner I see fitting!” I retort. What the hell am I saying? She can call me anything she wishes. Just not Severus. Not the way she says it – the same way she did all those times in my bed, in my arms…
“It is Mrs Lupin,” the bloody werewolf informs me threateningly.
The fuck it is.
Thank you to…
Deb – Thank you! And I look forward to your future reviews!
Shem – Okay, you got me. I’d much rather have Sev myself, but IMHO Lupin is possibly the next best thing… Thanks for your emails too – love them!
Kate – oops, sorry! Oh, well, at least she’s back in the same buildings as Sev now, eh? Hm, Remus, Sev and Herm…now that could be fun! You’ll have to wait and see! Hope you had a good sleep :)
Andrian – Actually, seem to be getting about half and half response for keeping the wolf. You’ll just have to wait and see what happens. Thanks for the review!
MaddyRiddle – there will definitely be more Lupin yet!
Rilla – Thanks!
LilyMalfoy – more to come, promise!
Seva – ah, nice little lemon to lighten the mood – always a good thing. You think it’s a tangled web – I’ve got to get myself out of this one!
Lizski – hm, poor old herm, huh? Two men who know what they’re doing in bed? Oh, pity the poor girl! ;) Yep, Sevvy’s going to suffer a little yet…
DharmasMomma – Ah, another one for Lupin eh? Stay tuned, there is more of him to come yet…
Damn it! I really didn’t want to go to this bloody meeting! I know precisely what it is – it’s the day before the school year starts again (and my torment) and Dumbledore wants to introduce us to the *new* DADA professor – Remus ‘I’m so fucking wonderful’ Lupin. Told Dumbledore I saw no need for me to be there – after all I am perfectly well acquainted with the ruddy werewolf. Albus in his great wisdom informed me that Lupin’s wife would be joining him and that it would be courteous of me to attend. Informed Albus I am not bloody courteous, in case he hadn’t noticed. Then the ancient wizard told me with that irritating ‘want to throw myself down the stairs’ twinkle in his eye that the meeting was for all staff and that I had no choice in the matter.
Bloody authority.
So here I am sitting in the far corner of the staff room attempting to block out Sybil Trelawny’s incessant ramblings on her ‘visions’ for the year. Any of them involve me cursing certain werewolf from here to eternity, Sybil?
I see Lupin arrive looking quite flustered – and also without his wife. Fucking left you, has she? Pity. He glances around the room with that mischievous grin, nodding his head at the staff members he knows – and it is most of them. Seems other than the DADA position everyone else is either content with or bound to their jobs. Fucking Lupin. Fucking got the DADA job again, and here I am Potions Master for the past 18 years. What the hell has Lupin got that gets him the job? I certainly have more practice in the Dark Arts, more teaching experience.
Lupin, unfortunately, has kept in contact with me of late. Not by my own doing, I hasten to add. Seems him and his precious little wife want to start a family with just one problem – Lupin is, of course, a werewolf (mentioned that before, have I?). For some reason, and blow me if I can understand why, he doesn’t want his kids to have lycanthropy. Doesn’t seem to have done Lupin any fucking harm. Anyway, he asked me to help brew a potion, basically a strong version of Wolfsbane to prevent that from happening. Course I refused. Informed the bastard that one of him was plenty enough for this world. Dumbledore (curse his interfering nature) told me otherwise. Actually he damned near threatened me to do it.
I tried, of course, but oh, the potion just doesn’t seem to work. Silly Severus and his fumbling hands…
Course I’m not that much of a bastard – there won’t be any little werewolves running around. Seems that a werewolf cannot impregnate a non-werewolf with such a child. Guess they pair of them are just going to have to wait until I am in a better mood. Good luck to them.
“Ah, we’re all here now,” Dumbledore interrupts my thoughts. Just as well, can never tell who can get inside your mind in the wizarding world and I doubt my thoughts on the bloody werewolf would stay quite so pleasant. I return to my newspaper. Fuck this. “I would like to welcome you all back for the new school year. I am pleased to inform…”
Dumbledore dribbles on, praising the bloody werewolf like he’s king of the fucking universe. I am not listening. Bet he wouldn’t say the same about me.
“And of course, Remus’ lovely wife shall be joining him here…”
I glance up. Now this should be worth a laugh. What sort of pathetic soul would settle down with that egomaniac…?
Cripes, she’s stunning. Long brown hair, slim figure and… no, it can’t be! No bloody way…
“Hermione Lupin. Of course, some of you may remember her from her school days here as Hermione Granger…”
Remember indeed. Haven’t stopped thinking about the girl since she left. She’s as beautiful as ever, standing next to Dumbledore looking confident and happy. Christ, and now she’s the fucking werewolf’s. I gave her up so that bastard could have her?! So she could spend her fucking life as his faithful puppy dog, cleaning his house and having his fucking children?! She was meant to do so much more with her life, she had so much promise…
Cannot even bear to think about him touching her. In fact thought makes me want to jump Lupin right here and take my revenge in the most nasty, slow torturing ways…
Fuck what anyone else thinks, the moment I get him alone I am going to rip his fucking throat out!
ise ise I am gaping at her and decide this is not a particularly good way to keep up my stony exterior. Can’t give the rest of the faculty any more ammo against me. Quick glance around the room confirms that no one has seen…except Hooch who is looking quite amused. She can bloody join Lupin in the blood bath. Give the bitch a long sneer, before snapping my paper back up and blotting them all out. Pity I can’t convince my mind of this.
I continue to brood as Dumbledore finally shuts up and Hermione and her fucking husband begin to make their way around the room talking pleasantly to everyone. Don’t even think about coming over here, girl. You will most certainly regret it. Well, your husband will at least.
Time passes so slowly. Finally they finish talking with McGonagall who is seated to my right, though far enough away that the pair think they can have a conversation without me hearing. And to think he fucking wanted me to help him have kids with my Hermione!
“Come on,” Lupin says in a hushed voice. “He won’t bite.”
Don’t be so bloody sure of yourself.
“No, I think Professor Snape wishes to be left alone,” Hermione hisses back. “Let’s just leave him.”
Clever girl.
“Oh, Herm,” Lupin insists, “he’s perfectly human under that charade. And he’s not your Professor anymore…”
“Remus, don’t…”
“Severus, I believe you know my wife.” Dammit. Why couldn’t he have just listened to her? Course, what do I expect from a man with an ego the size of Europe.
“Indeed,” I mutter into my paper. Will not look at her. Will not acknowledge her. Will pretend this never happened. Will go back to fantasies of the day Hermione and I get back together…
“Been awhile since she’s been here, mind you. What is it now, Dear? Five years?”
Dear? Don’t you dare call her Dear! Don’t you dare even look at her, you filthy piece of distended rectum!
“Seven.” Oh, hoiceoice is so sweet, yet she sounds almost scared. Can’t help it, I lower the paper to take a look at her close up. She still has those beautiful brown eyes, her bushy hair is tamer now, though still a little scruffy, the light smattering of freckles across her nose has faded somewhat, but she is most definitely still Hermione. My Hermione. Gods, must stop thinking of her like that.
“Has it been that long?” Remus asks in a sickeningly sweet manner. Yes, you idiot, it has been seven long heart wrenching years since I last held *your* wife.
“Hello, Severus.”
I can’t take this, it’s all too much.
“Don’t bloody call me that!” I snap at her. I quickly toss my paper into the empty seat beside me and get to my feet.
“Now, now, Severus, Hermione is no longer your student and I will not allow you to talk to her in that manner!” Lupin informs me. Well, is that so? Prefer I get down on my knees and beg her to come back to me? That make you happy?
“Miss Granger will refer to me in the manner I see fitting!” I retort. What the hell am I saying? She can call me anything she wishes. Just not Severus. Not the way she says it – the same way she did all those times in my bed, in my arms…
“It is Mrs Lupin,” the bloody werewolf informs me threateningly.
The fuck it is.
Thank you to…
Deb – Thank you! And I look forward to your future reviews!
Shem – Okay, you got me. I’d much rather have Sev myself, but IMHO Lupin is possibly the next best thing… Thanks for your emails too – love them!
Kate – oops, sorry! Oh, well, at least she’s back in the same buildings as Sev now, eh? Hm, Remus, Sev and Herm…now that could be fun! You’ll have to wait and see! Hope you had a good sleep :)
Andrian – Actually, seem to be getting about half and half response for keeping the wolf. You’ll just have to wait and see what happens. Thanks for the review!
MaddyRiddle – there will definitely be more Lupin yet!
Rilla – Thanks!
LilyMalfoy – more to come, promise!
Seva – ah, nice little lemon to lighten the mood – always a good thing. You think it’s a tangled web – I’ve got to get myself out of this one!
Lizski – hm, poor old herm, huh? Two men who know what they’re doing in bed? Oh, pity the poor girl! ;) Yep, Sevvy’s going to suffer a little yet…
DharmasMomma – Ah, another one for Lupin eh? Stay tuned, there is more of him to come yet…