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Close Encounters of the Worst Kind
TITLE: The Choices That We Make
AUTHOR: Lady Sirius
PAIRING: SS/LM
RATING: NC17
FEEDBACK: shelley_runyon@yahoo.com
Warning: Contains spoilers for HBP
DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling
- I just like to play with Severus and Lucius when I can!
DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented, wondrous and everlastingly sexy
inspiration - Gary Oldman - and of course to Alan Rickman and Jason Isaacs! And to my two Severuses - Amber and Ann - who both love my Luciuses!
The Choices That We Make
Chapter 3 - Close Encounters of the Worst Kind
It was unbelievable what sort of sounds filtered through from the floor below his room. Disgusting, horrible noises indeed - laughing, singing - jocularity and gaiety - happy people busily engaged in having a good time. Something that Severus Snape couldn't stomach at the moment. It reminded him all too well of the joyous occasion that was to take place this very night - well, happy to some. He of course was not among that number. He was thoroughly miserable, as miserable as you can be when the man you love is about to be wed to another.
He hadn't been invited to the wedding, of course. Nor had he expected to be. Even if he weren't involved with Lucius - which alone put such an invitation into the realm of bad taste and just plain not gonna happen - he was not of the social strata of either the Malfoys or the Blacks, and on that basis alone would have been excluded. No, he was good enough to bed, but not to be seen with. Severus grimaced at the knowledge, flogging himself with the emotional scourge of his unworthiness over and over and over again, his mind running a weary treadmill as he replayed those last moments between them over and over again. Which of course served no useful purpose, and he realized it.
Pulling himself together somewhat, he decided to get out of this place - anywhere was preferable to here. Well, almost anywhere. He wouldn't be caught dead anywhere near the vicinity of #12 Grimmauld Place, that was for damn sure. And he didn't wish to stray far from the Leaky Cauldron either. He didn't think Lucius would follow him - after all, he had more important things on his mind - but he decided it was better to err on the side of caution. The question now remained - where to go? And the answer that popped into his head seemed so obvious, he wondered why he had not thought of it before. Stolen Hours. No, not a nightclub of some sort, but a used book store, tucked away in a small side street off of Diagon Alley. Owned and operated by a pair of eccentric wizards who had more than a modicum of literary taste, which their shop reflected. Classic literature and arcane texts from both the wizarding and muggle worlds were well represented, and there were various nooks and crannies in the shop in which to lose oneself and simply relax and read. That was where Severus decided he wanted to be - somewhere he could forget about the rest of the world, and what was happening in it. Particularly as regarded one Lucius Malfoy.
Arriving at his destination, he immediately found a book to his liking - an esoteric volume on the Dark Arts, which he knew would keep him occupied for hours, and he claimed a seat well away from everyone else, farther away, toward the back of the shop, where people seldom ventured - and he setted in to read. As well as to forget, to keep his mind occupied with arcane knowledge rather than on the present - or the future.
Therefore, it was with some annoyance that he found his thoughts shortly thereafter intruded upon by the sound of giggling. And shushing. And then male voices. Familiar male voices.
"Sirius, you'll get us in trouble! You'll get me fired!"
"Remy, no one comes back here, you know that. Move a little bit, my hand's caught.... that's more like it..." Immediately followed by more giggles, and a moan for good measure.
Merlin! Severus groaned to himself. Not them. Not now. Could this day get any worse? He shifted in his chair, preparatory to moving, which released an involuntary creak. There was a sudden cessation of sounds. Then...
"Sirius, get your hand out of there, NOW!" Followed by a quick yelp.
"Dammit, Remy, that was my finger..."
"Sorry! Here, give over and let me suck on it.." Then nothing.
Severus rolled his eyes. Well, at least he'd managed to put an end to whatever they were doing, that was one small favour. He tried to go back to his book, but he couldn't concentrate now. And he had the eeriest feeling he was being stared at. Glancing up he found himself gazing into two dark blue eyes, which wore more than a small measure of annoyance.
"Well, well, Snivellus, fancy meeting you here. Not found gainful employment yet, eh?"
Severus had not seen Sirius Black since the day they had both graduated from Hogwarts, just a mere two months prior - and he preferred it that way. And today of all days he did not need to be bothered with the prat. "Black, why don't you just toddle off like a good boy, and go and play with your pet," Severus snarled. Just then a second head hove into view. Naturally. Where you found one you were more than likely to find the other. Almost as though they were chained at the hips. "Lupin. Charming. So they allow your kind in here, do they?" he said nastily, his upper lip curling into a sneer.
Sirius began to lunge toward the former Slytherin, his eyes blazing, but Remus quickly restrained him with his wiry wolf strength, putting his arms around him and containing his anger. "I work here, Severus," he said calmly, "of course I'm allowed in here..."
"I wonder what a few well-chosen words to the owners would accomplish," Severus rejoined, although he edged imperceptibly away from the wolf as he spoke. "Concerning the nature of their new employee..."
"Don't bother, Severus, the owners know. And they know about Sirius and I, as well," he forestalled the other's next remark. "And believe me, it isn't a problem with them..." Sirius almost snickered, knowing what he did about the two owners of the bookstore. No, his and Remus' relationship was certainly no problem with the two men in any way.
"So, Snivellus, why are you skulking in here? I hear the event of the season is taking place today at Grimmauld. Why are you not joining in the festivities?" Score a direct hit for Sirius - he knew damn well why Severus wouldn't wish to be anywhere near the vicinity of Lucius' nuptials.
"None of your bloody business!" Severus snapped. "Why aren't you there yourself, for that matter? Oh wait, it's because your family wishes nothing to do with you, and have burnt your name off the family tapestry, isn't it? Which is why they disowned you and cast you out, because they can't stand the sight of you..."
"I chose to leave," Sirius hissed, getting siriusly pissed now, and it took all that Remus could do to restrain him.
"Sirius, please, not here," he begged his lover, catching his gaze, "not anywhere, but especially not here."
Sirius would not be contained. "We have our flat, you know, Remus and I do. We're together. What do you have, Snivellus? Empty promises and a boyfriend that's getting married to someone else? Hah!"
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Pushing Remus aside, Severus knocked Sirius flat onto his back and took up a position astride him, his hands around the animagus' throat, throttling him as hard as he could. Merlin, how much he hated him, had always hated him and would continue to hate him until the day he died. Why couldn't he just leave him alone? Why couldn't they all just leave him alone? Was that so much to ask? Beneath his grasp, Sirius' face was beginning to turn a dusky red, even as his fingers sought to prise off those that were attempting to choke the life out of him.
Remus Lupin was deceptively stronger than he looked. He grabbed Severus and broke the chokehold that he had on his boyfriend, pulling him off of Sirius and pinning his arms behind his back, while keeping an eye out for anyone that might possibly be coming their way. He said in a voice that managed to stay calm cool and collected, although inwardly he was shaking with suppressed rage, "Don't ever touch him again, Severus. I've no wish to hurt you, but there are times, as you well know, when the wolf gains the upper hand, and you do not wish to run afoul of him.........again..." The last spoken in a barely audible tone. From the corner of his eye, he watched Sirius struggle to catch his breath, wary as well of any attempts at retaliation from that corner. One knowing look from the lycanthrope's topaz eyes told Sirius all he needed to know, and he contented himself with scooting away from Severus, his blue eyes glaring at him balefully.
"I think you'd better leave," Remus suggested, releasing his hold on Snape. "I'm sorry that ......things are difficult for you today......but I can't allow you to take it out on Sirius." His tone was not unkindly, for he truly did understand. At one time, the prospect of Sirius' possible marriage loomed between them as well. But circumstances, which although cruel at the time turned out to be for the best, altered impending sorrow into current joy. And he knew that nothing would ever separate them again. He locked eyes with the other young man. "Besides, things have a way of working out when you lease expect them."
"That's easy for you to say!" Severus had difficulty in maintain his mask of indifference when he simply wanted to hurt someone, anyone - preferably Sirius Black - to take away this terrible pain that resided deep within him. Bah, there was no use in remaining here. Not now. The precariously balanced mood he had been in was inexorably broken now. He'd have to find somewhere else to go, something else to do. And hope that he didn't have any more dolts or ninnies to deal with. He rose from the floor, brushing off his dark robes, retrieved the book he had been reading and reshelved it.
"If you like I can speak to the owners for you, as regards a position," Remus began, but a hiss from Severus quickly cut his words off.
"Spare me your pity, Lupin! I've no need of it. Pitiful as my life may seem to be, it is far better than yours, for I don't have that pitiful excuse of a human being in mine. Mark my words, he'll never be anything, or do anything, because he isn't capable of it. He's a ne'er-do-well, and that's all he'll ever be. I suspect that someday he'll end up where he truly belongs - in Azkaban. Even you deserve better than that." Without waiting for a reply of any sort, he whirled about and, back stiff, head held high, he proudly made his way from the shop. He knew that they would not dare to either follow him - or hex him - and today he simply did not care. Once he gained the street once more, he began to walk, until he reached the alley located behind the bookstore. And there, out of view of the passersby on the street and everyone else, he took out his frustration by kicking the brick building - hard. Which accomplished nothing, of course.
Even as he wondered where Lucius was - and what exactly he was doing.
AUTHOR: Lady Sirius
PAIRING: SS/LM
RATING: NC17
FEEDBACK: shelley_runyon@yahoo.com
Warning: Contains spoilers for HBP
DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling
- I just like to play with Severus and Lucius when I can!
DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented, wondrous and everlastingly sexy
inspiration - Gary Oldman - and of course to Alan Rickman and Jason Isaacs! And to my two Severuses - Amber and Ann - who both love my Luciuses!
The Choices That We Make
Chapter 3 - Close Encounters of the Worst Kind
It was unbelievable what sort of sounds filtered through from the floor below his room. Disgusting, horrible noises indeed - laughing, singing - jocularity and gaiety - happy people busily engaged in having a good time. Something that Severus Snape couldn't stomach at the moment. It reminded him all too well of the joyous occasion that was to take place this very night - well, happy to some. He of course was not among that number. He was thoroughly miserable, as miserable as you can be when the man you love is about to be wed to another.
He hadn't been invited to the wedding, of course. Nor had he expected to be. Even if he weren't involved with Lucius - which alone put such an invitation into the realm of bad taste and just plain not gonna happen - he was not of the social strata of either the Malfoys or the Blacks, and on that basis alone would have been excluded. No, he was good enough to bed, but not to be seen with. Severus grimaced at the knowledge, flogging himself with the emotional scourge of his unworthiness over and over and over again, his mind running a weary treadmill as he replayed those last moments between them over and over again. Which of course served no useful purpose, and he realized it.
Pulling himself together somewhat, he decided to get out of this place - anywhere was preferable to here. Well, almost anywhere. He wouldn't be caught dead anywhere near the vicinity of #12 Grimmauld Place, that was for damn sure. And he didn't wish to stray far from the Leaky Cauldron either. He didn't think Lucius would follow him - after all, he had more important things on his mind - but he decided it was better to err on the side of caution. The question now remained - where to go? And the answer that popped into his head seemed so obvious, he wondered why he had not thought of it before. Stolen Hours. No, not a nightclub of some sort, but a used book store, tucked away in a small side street off of Diagon Alley. Owned and operated by a pair of eccentric wizards who had more than a modicum of literary taste, which their shop reflected. Classic literature and arcane texts from both the wizarding and muggle worlds were well represented, and there were various nooks and crannies in the shop in which to lose oneself and simply relax and read. That was where Severus decided he wanted to be - somewhere he could forget about the rest of the world, and what was happening in it. Particularly as regarded one Lucius Malfoy.
Arriving at his destination, he immediately found a book to his liking - an esoteric volume on the Dark Arts, which he knew would keep him occupied for hours, and he claimed a seat well away from everyone else, farther away, toward the back of the shop, where people seldom ventured - and he setted in to read. As well as to forget, to keep his mind occupied with arcane knowledge rather than on the present - or the future.
Therefore, it was with some annoyance that he found his thoughts shortly thereafter intruded upon by the sound of giggling. And shushing. And then male voices. Familiar male voices.
"Sirius, you'll get us in trouble! You'll get me fired!"
"Remy, no one comes back here, you know that. Move a little bit, my hand's caught.... that's more like it..." Immediately followed by more giggles, and a moan for good measure.
Merlin! Severus groaned to himself. Not them. Not now. Could this day get any worse? He shifted in his chair, preparatory to moving, which released an involuntary creak. There was a sudden cessation of sounds. Then...
"Sirius, get your hand out of there, NOW!" Followed by a quick yelp.
"Dammit, Remy, that was my finger..."
"Sorry! Here, give over and let me suck on it.." Then nothing.
Severus rolled his eyes. Well, at least he'd managed to put an end to whatever they were doing, that was one small favour. He tried to go back to his book, but he couldn't concentrate now. And he had the eeriest feeling he was being stared at. Glancing up he found himself gazing into two dark blue eyes, which wore more than a small measure of annoyance.
"Well, well, Snivellus, fancy meeting you here. Not found gainful employment yet, eh?"
Severus had not seen Sirius Black since the day they had both graduated from Hogwarts, just a mere two months prior - and he preferred it that way. And today of all days he did not need to be bothered with the prat. "Black, why don't you just toddle off like a good boy, and go and play with your pet," Severus snarled. Just then a second head hove into view. Naturally. Where you found one you were more than likely to find the other. Almost as though they were chained at the hips. "Lupin. Charming. So they allow your kind in here, do they?" he said nastily, his upper lip curling into a sneer.
Sirius began to lunge toward the former Slytherin, his eyes blazing, but Remus quickly restrained him with his wiry wolf strength, putting his arms around him and containing his anger. "I work here, Severus," he said calmly, "of course I'm allowed in here..."
"I wonder what a few well-chosen words to the owners would accomplish," Severus rejoined, although he edged imperceptibly away from the wolf as he spoke. "Concerning the nature of their new employee..."
"Don't bother, Severus, the owners know. And they know about Sirius and I, as well," he forestalled the other's next remark. "And believe me, it isn't a problem with them..." Sirius almost snickered, knowing what he did about the two owners of the bookstore. No, his and Remus' relationship was certainly no problem with the two men in any way.
"So, Snivellus, why are you skulking in here? I hear the event of the season is taking place today at Grimmauld. Why are you not joining in the festivities?" Score a direct hit for Sirius - he knew damn well why Severus wouldn't wish to be anywhere near the vicinity of Lucius' nuptials.
"None of your bloody business!" Severus snapped. "Why aren't you there yourself, for that matter? Oh wait, it's because your family wishes nothing to do with you, and have burnt your name off the family tapestry, isn't it? Which is why they disowned you and cast you out, because they can't stand the sight of you..."
"I chose to leave," Sirius hissed, getting siriusly pissed now, and it took all that Remus could do to restrain him.
"Sirius, please, not here," he begged his lover, catching his gaze, "not anywhere, but especially not here."
Sirius would not be contained. "We have our flat, you know, Remus and I do. We're together. What do you have, Snivellus? Empty promises and a boyfriend that's getting married to someone else? Hah!"
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Pushing Remus aside, Severus knocked Sirius flat onto his back and took up a position astride him, his hands around the animagus' throat, throttling him as hard as he could. Merlin, how much he hated him, had always hated him and would continue to hate him until the day he died. Why couldn't he just leave him alone? Why couldn't they all just leave him alone? Was that so much to ask? Beneath his grasp, Sirius' face was beginning to turn a dusky red, even as his fingers sought to prise off those that were attempting to choke the life out of him.
Remus Lupin was deceptively stronger than he looked. He grabbed Severus and broke the chokehold that he had on his boyfriend, pulling him off of Sirius and pinning his arms behind his back, while keeping an eye out for anyone that might possibly be coming their way. He said in a voice that managed to stay calm cool and collected, although inwardly he was shaking with suppressed rage, "Don't ever touch him again, Severus. I've no wish to hurt you, but there are times, as you well know, when the wolf gains the upper hand, and you do not wish to run afoul of him.........again..." The last spoken in a barely audible tone. From the corner of his eye, he watched Sirius struggle to catch his breath, wary as well of any attempts at retaliation from that corner. One knowing look from the lycanthrope's topaz eyes told Sirius all he needed to know, and he contented himself with scooting away from Severus, his blue eyes glaring at him balefully.
"I think you'd better leave," Remus suggested, releasing his hold on Snape. "I'm sorry that ......things are difficult for you today......but I can't allow you to take it out on Sirius." His tone was not unkindly, for he truly did understand. At one time, the prospect of Sirius' possible marriage loomed between them as well. But circumstances, which although cruel at the time turned out to be for the best, altered impending sorrow into current joy. And he knew that nothing would ever separate them again. He locked eyes with the other young man. "Besides, things have a way of working out when you lease expect them."
"That's easy for you to say!" Severus had difficulty in maintain his mask of indifference when he simply wanted to hurt someone, anyone - preferably Sirius Black - to take away this terrible pain that resided deep within him. Bah, there was no use in remaining here. Not now. The precariously balanced mood he had been in was inexorably broken now. He'd have to find somewhere else to go, something else to do. And hope that he didn't have any more dolts or ninnies to deal with. He rose from the floor, brushing off his dark robes, retrieved the book he had been reading and reshelved it.
"If you like I can speak to the owners for you, as regards a position," Remus began, but a hiss from Severus quickly cut his words off.
"Spare me your pity, Lupin! I've no need of it. Pitiful as my life may seem to be, it is far better than yours, for I don't have that pitiful excuse of a human being in mine. Mark my words, he'll never be anything, or do anything, because he isn't capable of it. He's a ne'er-do-well, and that's all he'll ever be. I suspect that someday he'll end up where he truly belongs - in Azkaban. Even you deserve better than that." Without waiting for a reply of any sort, he whirled about and, back stiff, head held high, he proudly made his way from the shop. He knew that they would not dare to either follow him - or hex him - and today he simply did not care. Once he gained the street once more, he began to walk, until he reached the alley located behind the bookstore. And there, out of view of the passersby on the street and everyone else, he took out his frustration by kicking the brick building - hard. Which accomplished nothing, of course.
Even as he wondered where Lucius was - and what exactly he was doing.