Untitled Snupin Fic

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. JKR owns them. I do not own the song. Eminem owns that. (Is \"Hailie\'s Song\" with a few changes.) This fic has been unbetaed since it was a present for my beta.


Severus Snape sighed deeply as he settled back in his office chair. From the window, he had an excellent view of the Quidditch pitch. The players on the Slytherin team was on the field practicing for the upcoming match against Gryffindor. Severus looked on, musing about how most of them would take the Dark Mark before year end, as many of his students. He dearly wished they would rethink that and tried to think of subtle ways to change their minds. He was about to take another sip of his tea when Albus’ head popped into his fireplace. The older wizard requested a meeting in his office that was supposedly urgent. With a grunt of reluctant agreement, Severus banished his cup of tea back to the kitchens and trekked up to Albus’ office.

Some days I sit, staring out the window, watching this world pass me by.
Sometimes I think; there\'s nothing to live for. I almost break down and cry.
Sometimes I think I\'m crazy.
I\'m crazy, oh so crazy.
Why am I here? Am I just wasting my time?
But then I see my baby.
Suddenly I\'m not crazy.
It all makes sense when I look into his eyes.

During the meeting, Albus prattled on about the most recent Death Eater meeting that had happened the past weekend. Albus seemed to think there was something Severus had forgotten to tell him. Severus painstakingly went through the details of it once more, inwardly rolling his eyes at the Headmaster. Arms folded tightly across his chest, Severus half-heartedly listened as Albus went on telling him about Potter’s latest scrap with his godson, Draco, and how Severus should be keeping a closer eye on his Slytherins. After all, one of them could possibly have plans to turn Potter over to the Dark Lord to show their loyalty. Severus did what he did best during these meetings; he tuned the old man out.

Sometimes it feels like the world\'s on my shoulders.
Everyone\'s leaning on me.
\'Cause sometimes it feels like the world\'s almost over, but then he comes back to me.

With final orders to watch over Potter, Severus left Albus’ office and headed listlessly down to his private rooms in the dungeon. He ran a tired hand over the portrait covering his rooms before he whispered the password. After carefully shutting the door, Severus sank down on his couch in front of the fireplace. He raised his wand, lit a fire and placed his wand in the couch cushions for easy access. He was lost in his own little world of self-doubt, staring into the flickering flames when a glass of port was thrust in front of his face. Accepting the glass gratefully, Severus turned to look into the eyes of his lover. Remus Lupin settled down on the couch next to Severus, cradling his own glass of port. Remus smiled at him tiredly and took a sip from his glass.

People makes jokes, \'cause they don\'t understand me.
They just don\'t see my real side.
I act like shit don\'t faze me.
Inside it drives me crazy.
My insecurities could eat me alive.
But then I see my baby.
Suddenly I\'m not crazy.
It all makes sense when I look into his eyes.

Severus cupped the other man’s cheek and gazed into his amber eyes. Remus removed Severus’ hand, but only to place a kiss in the palm.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Severus shook his head slowly and put down his untouched glass of port. “Let’s go to bed.”

Severus stood and grasping Remus’ hand, he led them into his bedroom, closing the door.

Sometimes it feels like the world\'s on my shoulders.
Everyone\'s leaning on me.
\'Cause sometimes it feels like the world\'s almost over, but then he comes back to me.