What Have I Done?

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Chapter Five

“Would you care to tell me, what the bloody hell you’re doing in my bed?”

Severus considered his options. He was naked. His wand was in the paws of a man just coming down from a werewolf transformation. Larentia stirred and snuggled closer to Severus’ neck. Oh, right, and I’m holding the wolf’s naked girlfriend in my arms. Barring taking a chance at convincing Lupin to a battle of fisticuffs, he had his options down to being cursed into a bloody mess. On the upshot, Lupin would no doubt wind up in Azkaban. Considering he’d probably be dead, he couldn’t linger on that rosy outcome.

“I believe,” Remus ground out of thin lined lips, “I asked you a question, Snape.”

Well, Lupin’s lost his attempts at being friendly, calling me “Snape” instead of “Severus”. What the bloody hell is wrong with me? A man just this side of bestial has two wands pointed at my head and all I can think is ridiculous thoughts. Larentia shifted again, turning onto her side and wiggled her soft, rounded behind against his crotch. Dear Merlin, he nearly rolled his eyes, he was getting hard.

“Snape,” Remus’ voice growled. “I’m losing patience.”

“Lupin,” Severus was shocked to hear his voice so calm. Years of facing the darkest of wizards must have prepared him for all types of stressful situations. “It would appear that I was sleeping in your bed.” She wiggled back against him again and he found himself wondering if he could enter her from this position without Lupin being the wiser. He fought back a groan at this thought, certain now that his brain was absolute mush so the wands might not be such a threat.

Remus gave a humorless laugh. “Do I really look that stupid? I can smell the sex on you.”

His laugh drew a moan from Larentia. She arched and stretched, causing the blanket covering her to fall from her breasts. Severus saw Lupin’s eyes flash at seeing her naked flesh. Great, he thought, first he’s going to kill me then he’s going to ravish her while my body’s still warm. Lupin’s gaze refocused on Severus with a glare and he could hardly blame him. The thought of Larentia being intimate with Lupin made his insides churn and thoughts of undetectable poisons to spring to mind. He was surprised Lupin had bother waking him, instead of hitting him with a curse while his defenses were completely down. It’s what he would have done. In fact, he was wishing he’d slipped in a heavy addition of Belladonna to that last dose of Wolfsbane. Not only would he not be in the current situation, but he’d have Larentia all to himself. This last thought gave him a pause. Where did that come from? This was nothing more than a convenient and casual tumble, wasn’t it? She moaned and shifted closer to him. He reached down and pulled the blanket back up, covering her exposed skin. Whatever this was, it wasn’t simple.

He looked back at Lupin and realized what was holding him back from firing off a double wanded curse. He couldn’t risk a spell hitting Larentia. She was too close to chance it. For once, since this bizarre standoff began, he was thankful for his position on the bed. If nothing else it was saving him from pain, if not death.

Lupin’s eyes burned on the hand that was still resting on Larentia’s chest. His glare deepened and the hand holding the wands shook.

“Quit touching her,” he growled. “Get out of the bed and stop hiding behind her, you cowardly bastard.”

Severus’ anger flared. Who was this pathetic mongrel to be ordering him to do anything? Cowardly was he? Funny that, Severus wasn’t the one who snuck up on a sleeping body with two wands. Forgetting that he was taking advantage of his position on the bed, he sat up and stepped to the floor. He was still unarmed, not to mention naked, but he damn sure wasn’t hiding behind a sleeping woman.

His weight and warmth leaving the bed woke Larentia. Her face, soft from sleep, broke into a smile as she saw him standing beside the bed.

“Severus,” she said, sitting up. “Come back to bed.”

He didn’t answer, looking instead to Remus whose eyes darkened at the loving invitation. She turned, following his gaze, and gave a startled gasp when she saw Remus standing there holding two wands and looking murderous. This was definitely a different reaction from the last time she and Severus had an encounter. Gone was the look of passion, in its place was a rage she felt as well as saw.

“Remus?” She whispered, reaching toward him.

He shot her a cold look and her heart stopped. She’d never seen him like this. She grew afraid for Severus. He was unarmed and Remus looked so dangerous.

As Lupin’s attention was focused on Larentia, Severus took the time to pull on his outer robes. Feeling at least slightly less exposed, he listened as Larentia tried to talk Lupin out of any plans for inflicting pain.

“Remus, please. Put the wands down and talk to me.” She was trembling as she held the covers tight to her body.

“Talk? You want me to talk to you?” Remus repeated, spitting his words at her like venom. “What should we talk about? About how you brought this greasy bastard here, to our home? Or how you did it while I was being ripped through a transformation, alone in the Shrieking Shack with only my own howls to keep me company?”

“Remus,” she pleaded, tears burning her eyes. “Before...”

“Before,” he cut her off, “he fucked you in his office. He fucked you and dismissed you. This,” he waved the wands, “is a far different situation. I see no bruising, no signs of a quick, hard fuck. No, I think last night was something far removed from the first time he took you.”

Tears flowed down her cheeks. He was right. Last night was nothing like the first time in Severus’ office. She was so afraid of the man before her, a fear she would have thought impossible to feel for Remus.

Severus watched the two of them. Realization dawned on him. Lupin did know about the first time. Knew and hadn’t cared, at least not when he believed it was nothing more than a carnal urge. This, however, night long lovemaking was completely unacceptable to Lupin. This threatened him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Larentia’s wand on the table by the bed. He moved toward the nightstand, but the movement caught Lupin’s eye. He turned back to Severus and uttered the stunning spell. Larentia, seeing what was about to happen, dodged into the spell’s path.

Time slowed as the dual flashes of red light hit her straight in the bare skin of her chest. She was thrown sideways off the bed, hitting the hard castle wall before sliding unconscious to the floor. A drop of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth as both Severus and Remus rushed to her side.