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Thou Shalt Not Tell Part-Truths and Expect It All to be Fine
Thou Shalt not tell part-truths and expect it all to be fine
AN: Big thankies to Shem for betaing! *sloppy kiss*! And one for all of you who have been waiting for me to update! No excuses…am just sorry!
Shit, what have I done?
Or not done?
I’ve taken this demented game with Snape one step too far to deceive myself into thinking I’ve done nothing wrong anymore, yet I’ve left Severus quite literally hanging. I’m screwed on both counts, and not in a preferable way.
My heart is thumping, blood gushing through my ears in such a torrent I can barely hear myself think as I make my way back to our quarters...our...oh shit, what have I done?
Remus. I love the man, I honestly do, but that was before I knew my animosity towards Severus was based on a lie he fabricated for my own wellbeing. Gods...just to crawl into a hole and never return...Bed will have to do.
With little enthusiasm, I push open the door to our rooms expecting the place to myself only to find Remus back already. Gods, don’t want to face him right now, yet I look up to find him staring at me in the most guilty manner.
“Remus, where are the glasses....Hermione!” Ginny has entered from our tiny kitchen, gaping at me like a red-haired trout - not a pleasant image I might add.
“Um, you ok Herm?” Remus asks me suddenly. Why do I get the feeling I just walked in on something I wasn’t supposed to? Gods, am being paranoid now. Ginny is my friend, she’s Remus’ friend and is more than welcome to stop by whenever she pleases - she knows that, and I know that. She and Remus were probably just talking about me. Maybe a little worried over my studies or something...that’s fine.
“Yeah, fine. Little tired.”
“Did Severus give you that information you were after?” Ginny asks, from the kitchen doorway.
“It wasn’t any use to me,” I reply, trying hard not to, but still coming across very curtly.
“Oh well, was worth a try. Gin, the glasses are in the top cupboard. Grab Mione one too,” Remus instructs pleasantly, then turns to look at me as he adds “I think you could do with a glass of wine yourself!”
Wine? Could do with a new set of moral codes, but yes, wine shall suffice nicely. Get sloshed and forget the whole sordid thing. That’d do it.
“Thanks,” I reply, collapsing onto the sofa.
With a little light chatter the first bottle of wine is polished off, then as Remus pops the cork on the second and begins to refill glasses, he drops in quite matter-of-factly, “Found out something quite funny today, Herms.”
“Oh?” I reply, tiddly enough to have lost my paranoia for now.
“Apparently dearest Severus has a wee crush on you.”
Choke on wine. Luckily enough Remus thinks this is out of disgust rather than guilt!
“Dear Gods, how did you discover that?” That’s it Herms, when in doubt sound like a 1930s schoolgirl.
“Madame Hooch. Rolanda seemed quite amused by it all to the point where I didn’t believe her, but she swears it’s true, and Minerva was there and seemed to agree with her.”
Hooch. What the fuck was she playing at? Gods, will fucking kill her! And McGonagall?
“Is laughable really,” I reply, though I’m sure I don’t sound very humoured.
“Oh, I don’t know, Severus might be a bit of a wretched old git sometimes, Herms, but he has his merits,” Ginny pipes up.
Oh does he just, missy? And how would you know?
“Such as?” I snort in reply.
“Heard he’s hung like a horse for a starter. And at least he can be a gentleman when he wants to be. Pity he doesn’t want to very often. Besides, you’d always know that he wasn’t going to use up the last of your shampoo.”
“Hung like a horse? Who the hell would you have heard that from?” I ask. No Herms, you shouldn’t be jealous, not one little bit. Snape can have whomever he wants because you are a married woman and have no business in his business...or is that he has no business being in my ‘business’? Oh well...
“Harry,” Ginny replies matter-of-factly, taking a sip from her refilled glass.
This time I really do choke on my wine in shock. “HARRY?!” When I finally manage to get my brain function back I add, “Well, it’s no secret about he and Draco, but him and Snape?!” Said this more for the benefit of Remus and Ginny, but a little part of me wonders this myself before I remember just howh Snh Snape detests Harry and that Harry isn’t so keen on Severus himself. Then again, I am hardly Miss Sweetness and Light to Severus either...
“Ah, well, perhaps they’re having a lovely wee threesome,” Remus replies, giving me a sordid grin. I raise an eyebrow at him in question, and he gives me a little smirk in return. Huh? Ginny, in the meantime, is in hysterics thought out this conversation.
“No!” she manages to get out finally between laughs. “Turns out Snape used to go and stay at the Malfoy’s occasionally and Draco walked in on him in the shower and swears it’s the truth...though then again, that’s if you can trust Draco’s version of the truth.”
Wow...for once the little ferret isn’t lying...how odd.
Wonder if now is the time to let a little of the truth slip out. Probably shouldn’t...am rather drunk really, but I have the courage now so...
“You know, I used to have a thing for Snape.”
Ginny bursts into giggles, Remus seems to find this mildly amusing. “When?”
“When I was at school.”
“Oh? Have a thing for any of your other teachers?” Remus says jokingly, yet I can tell he is referring to himself and will be hurt if I don’t confirm.
“Course I had a thing for you, Hun,” I reply, giving him a smirk.
Ginny is suddenly gaping at me again...or has been for a few seconds, yet my mind is a little too fuzzy to realize straight away. “Oh my gods....”
“What?” I ask, getting dozy...Ginny does have a flare for the dramatic when drunk.
“You didn’t!” Ginny suddenly announces in shock.
“Didn’t what?” I reply, now getting a little antsy.
“Mione, you said there was only one guy you liked at school...and that he broke you heart. You are NOT referring to Snape...please gods tell me you are not referring to....”
“Oh, leave off Ginny! I know all about you and Neville!”
That seems to silence her for a few seconds, yet Remus decides to chime in instead. “You didn’t what, Mione?” he asks sounding rather bemused. Odd, thought he’d jump down my throat with jealousy.
“Errr...”
“She was shagging him!” Ginny announces a little too loudly. The sound echoes throughout the rooms, drifting off into stunned silence. Thank you very much, Miss Weasley...wait ‘til your brothers find out about Neville. I give Ginny my death glare, yet doesn’t seem to do a damned thing.
“Bloody hell,” Remus says, shaking his head a little, looking more than a bit hurt. “I had no idea! While you were still at school here?”
Ginny, you are going to die! And how the hell does she know that? Gods, must’ve been those drunken nights I spent wallowing at the Burrow pouring out my heart to her. How could I have been so stupid? Should deny it all now...yet the truth must come out sometime, and is better if Remus hears it from me – at least part of it! Give him a little and hopefully that will satisfy him.
“Um, yeah. Seventh year.”
Remus is silent and I begin to think that I’m home free, that he’ll just brush this off and life will go on as it always has…Mr & Mrs Lupin in martial bliss.
Then ever so calmly, Remus announces assertively, “I am going to fucking kill him.”
Uh oh.
AN: Big thankies to Shem for betaing! *sloppy kiss*! And one for all of you who have been waiting for me to update! No excuses…am just sorry!
Shit, what have I done?
Or not done?
I’ve taken this demented game with Snape one step too far to deceive myself into thinking I’ve done nothing wrong anymore, yet I’ve left Severus quite literally hanging. I’m screwed on both counts, and not in a preferable way.
My heart is thumping, blood gushing through my ears in such a torrent I can barely hear myself think as I make my way back to our quarters...our...oh shit, what have I done?
Remus. I love the man, I honestly do, but that was before I knew my animosity towards Severus was based on a lie he fabricated for my own wellbeing. Gods...just to crawl into a hole and never return...Bed will have to do.
With little enthusiasm, I push open the door to our rooms expecting the place to myself only to find Remus back already. Gods, don’t want to face him right now, yet I look up to find him staring at me in the most guilty manner.
“Remus, where are the glasses....Hermione!” Ginny has entered from our tiny kitchen, gaping at me like a red-haired trout - not a pleasant image I might add.
“Um, you ok Herm?” Remus asks me suddenly. Why do I get the feeling I just walked in on something I wasn’t supposed to? Gods, am being paranoid now. Ginny is my friend, she’s Remus’ friend and is more than welcome to stop by whenever she pleases - she knows that, and I know that. She and Remus were probably just talking about me. Maybe a little worried over my studies or something...that’s fine.
“Yeah, fine. Little tired.”
“Did Severus give you that information you were after?” Ginny asks, from the kitchen doorway.
“It wasn’t any use to me,” I reply, trying hard not to, but still coming across very curtly.
“Oh well, was worth a try. Gin, the glasses are in the top cupboard. Grab Mione one too,” Remus instructs pleasantly, then turns to look at me as he adds “I think you could do with a glass of wine yourself!”
Wine? Could do with a new set of moral codes, but yes, wine shall suffice nicely. Get sloshed and forget the whole sordid thing. That’d do it.
“Thanks,” I reply, collapsing onto the sofa.
With a little light chatter the first bottle of wine is polished off, then as Remus pops the cork on the second and begins to refill glasses, he drops in quite matter-of-factly, “Found out something quite funny today, Herms.”
“Oh?” I reply, tiddly enough to have lost my paranoia for now.
“Apparently dearest Severus has a wee crush on you.”
Choke on wine. Luckily enough Remus thinks this is out of disgust rather than guilt!
“Dear Gods, how did you discover that?” That’s it Herms, when in doubt sound like a 1930s schoolgirl.
“Madame Hooch. Rolanda seemed quite amused by it all to the point where I didn’t believe her, but she swears it’s true, and Minerva was there and seemed to agree with her.”
Hooch. What the fuck was she playing at? Gods, will fucking kill her! And McGonagall?
“Is laughable really,” I reply, though I’m sure I don’t sound very humoured.
“Oh, I don’t know, Severus might be a bit of a wretched old git sometimes, Herms, but he has his merits,” Ginny pipes up.
Oh does he just, missy? And how would you know?
“Such as?” I snort in reply.
“Heard he’s hung like a horse for a starter. And at least he can be a gentleman when he wants to be. Pity he doesn’t want to very often. Besides, you’d always know that he wasn’t going to use up the last of your shampoo.”
“Hung like a horse? Who the hell would you have heard that from?” I ask. No Herms, you shouldn’t be jealous, not one little bit. Snape can have whomever he wants because you are a married woman and have no business in his business...or is that he has no business being in my ‘business’? Oh well...
“Harry,” Ginny replies matter-of-factly, taking a sip from her refilled glass.
This time I really do choke on my wine in shock. “HARRY?!” When I finally manage to get my brain function back I add, “Well, it’s no secret about he and Draco, but him and Snape?!” Said this more for the benefit of Remus and Ginny, but a little part of me wonders this myself before I remember just howh Snh Snape detests Harry and that Harry isn’t so keen on Severus himself. Then again, I am hardly Miss Sweetness and Light to Severus either...
“Ah, well, perhaps they’re having a lovely wee threesome,” Remus replies, giving me a sordid grin. I raise an eyebrow at him in question, and he gives me a little smirk in return. Huh? Ginny, in the meantime, is in hysterics thought out this conversation.
“No!” she manages to get out finally between laughs. “Turns out Snape used to go and stay at the Malfoy’s occasionally and Draco walked in on him in the shower and swears it’s the truth...though then again, that’s if you can trust Draco’s version of the truth.”
Wow...for once the little ferret isn’t lying...how odd.
Wonder if now is the time to let a little of the truth slip out. Probably shouldn’t...am rather drunk really, but I have the courage now so...
“You know, I used to have a thing for Snape.”
Ginny bursts into giggles, Remus seems to find this mildly amusing. “When?”
“When I was at school.”
“Oh? Have a thing for any of your other teachers?” Remus says jokingly, yet I can tell he is referring to himself and will be hurt if I don’t confirm.
“Course I had a thing for you, Hun,” I reply, giving him a smirk.
Ginny is suddenly gaping at me again...or has been for a few seconds, yet my mind is a little too fuzzy to realize straight away. “Oh my gods....”
“What?” I ask, getting dozy...Ginny does have a flare for the dramatic when drunk.
“You didn’t!” Ginny suddenly announces in shock.
“Didn’t what?” I reply, now getting a little antsy.
“Mione, you said there was only one guy you liked at school...and that he broke you heart. You are NOT referring to Snape...please gods tell me you are not referring to....”
“Oh, leave off Ginny! I know all about you and Neville!”
That seems to silence her for a few seconds, yet Remus decides to chime in instead. “You didn’t what, Mione?” he asks sounding rather bemused. Odd, thought he’d jump down my throat with jealousy.
“Errr...”
“She was shagging him!” Ginny announces a little too loudly. The sound echoes throughout the rooms, drifting off into stunned silence. Thank you very much, Miss Weasley...wait ‘til your brothers find out about Neville. I give Ginny my death glare, yet doesn’t seem to do a damned thing.
“Bloody hell,” Remus says, shaking his head a little, looking more than a bit hurt. “I had no idea! While you were still at school here?”
Ginny, you are going to die! And how the hell does she know that? Gods, must’ve been those drunken nights I spent wallowing at the Burrow pouring out my heart to her. How could I have been so stupid? Should deny it all now...yet the truth must come out sometime, and is better if Remus hears it from me – at least part of it! Give him a little and hopefully that will satisfy him.
“Um, yeah. Seventh year.”
Remus is silent and I begin to think that I’m home free, that he’ll just brush this off and life will go on as it always has…Mr & Mrs Lupin in martial bliss.
Then ever so calmly, Remus announces assertively, “I am going to fucking kill him.”
Uh oh.