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17 August 2007 @ 10:39 pm
Fic: Best laid plans  
Title: Best laid plans
Pairing: Sirius/Snape (Marauder’s Era)
Rating: R
Warnings: Underage sex, parasites
Disclaimer: Alas, nothing is mine.
Wordcount: 8094
Summary: A mutual problem is driving both Sirius and Snape quite insane.
A/N: Part two in my WIP Snack fic. Previous part Midnight Company. Thanksies to nehalenia for a delicious idea!





There was an itch somewhere around his left shoulder blade. And there was one behind his right knee. Come to think of it, both his armpits were itching as well. And his scalp was on fire. Severus tossed from side to side in his four-poster bed and pulled at the sheets to untangle his feet. This was apparently going to be yet another sleepless night. And he had Sirius Black to thank for that.


Severus turned to lie on his stomach and reached for his back with his left arm. The odd angle strained his the muscles. He sank his fingers into a patch of red and sore skin, sighing into his pillow at the momentary relief his short fingernails brought him. He wasn’t getting any sleep but at least he wasn’t suffering alone. Turning to lie on his back, Severus allowed a satisfied sneer to curve his lips. Every time Black passed him in the hallways, the Gryffindor looked more and more deranged and only a shadow of his usual self. Severus quite enjoyed seeing Black in such a state of disgrace. For once, everyone was recoiling from the most popular boy in school - a sight Severus thought he’d never see.


Every time the itching subsided, his thoughts returned to the night at the Black Lake. Severus still felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment for having been bested by Sirius Black. For the Gryffindor, even in his animal form, had obviously known who he‘d been dealing with. And no matter how he tried to rack his brain, Severus couldn’t understand why the black dog hadn’t bitten him or attacked him in any way. It was, after all, what one would expect from Sirius Black. Instead the animal had pressed its muzzle against his chest, had wagged its tail at his touch, quite content to stay in Severus’s company. Then again, the mangy dog had also been quite content to expose him to its fleas and run away with his notes! Severus had poured hours of research into that parchment and had been on the brink of completing his most potent spell so far. And now Black was in possession of the fruit of his hard work.


In addition to finding out a way to get rid of the blasted parasites, Severus had spent his time coming up with various ways to get back at Sirius Black. And he knew Black was probably waiting for his - quite justified - revenge. Whenever the flea-ridden Gryffindor and his lackeys passed him in the hallway, Severus could see Black’s eyes fill with dread, as if expecting the worst every single time they met. And seeing the growing paranoia and fear on Black’s face was almost better than any hex his mind could come up with. Almost.


*



Sirius was used to suffering a few fleas as Padfoot but never before had they troubled him in his human form. And this time it was a fair bit more than just 'a few fleas'. Sirius imagined his hair was most likely filled with little eggs which only produced more of the pesky creatures and the mere thought made him shudder. He felt a sudden need to shave his head, but fortunately it passed almost as quickly as it had come.


“What the hell is this book good for, anyway? There’s nothing for fleas here,” Sirius groaned and lifted his nose from the spell book he was consulting. He sank down on his bed and laid his head on the pillows propped against the headboard. Sirius tossed the book on the floor and blinked his eyes, bleary from continuous lack of sleep. He watched as James - with an audible sigh that indicated utter annoyance with Sirius - got up from his own bed and grabbed the book he had just discarded. James kept his distance and began to flip through the pages of the slightly damaged book.


“Don’t bother. I‘ve been through that waste of paper at least five times,” Sirius grumbled and crossed his arms to prevent himself from scratching. His skin was getting sore and his fingernails looked as if they had been struck with a jinxed nail file. James gave him an annoyed glance from behind his round glasses but kept his focus on the book.


Sirius knew his behavior was driving everyone in the room up the wall, but he couldn’t help it. The lack of sleep was making him almost as horrible as his mother. It had only been a fortnight but it felt like he hadn’t slept in years. And the fleas, of course, were murder. He couldn’t think straight with the constant itching they caused. Sirius thought his suffering was quite unjustified. He was hardly getting any sleep at night, and half the school, his friends included, was treating him like a leper. The anticipation of Snape’s revenge wasn‘t helping either. But there hadn’t yet been a wand tip pressed against his chest, or any magic directed at him that was even remotely dark. Sirius had been waiting for the Slytherin to maybe corner him in the hallways and present him with a death threat. But it hadn’t come, not yet.


When Sirius had told his friends about his misfortune as Padfoot, and Snape finding out about the shaggy dog‘s true identity, James had immediately made plans to hex the Slytherin‘s mouth shut, along with at least a dozen other ways to silence him. But Remus had been there to interrupt James’ brainstorming. And Sirius, to his friend’s surprise, had agreed with Remus. He was still resolute to deal with Snape in a non-violent way.


But the fleas were distracting him and his plan to confront the Slytherin went unrealized. Even the memory of the Black Lake was starting to fade away with every new flea that used his head as a nesting place. And yet there was a small part of him that was persistently holding onto that memory. Sirius thought that in the late hours of the night, when he was actually able to dream, he could see the unreserved smile Snape had given Padfoot. The thought that Sirius was one of the few people who had managed to glimpse it made it intoxicating. And in his dreams Sirius forgot his hatred, and allowed himself to be fascinated with the sullen boy. And every time he awoke, he felt uncomfortable. Uncomfortable and confused. Sirius feared he was beginning to develop an unhealthy obsession with the Slytherin. He pretended he didn’t remember his dreams, but the part of him that kept holding onto the memory wasn’t easy to repress. And so his dreams continued.


But one fleeting memory wasn’t enough to erase years of hatred. A hatred that ran bone-deep. A hatred that had become as much a reflex as walking or breathing. And the fact still remained that Snape knew about him being an unregistered Animagus. Even though he didn’t like to admit it, Sirius was perfectly aware that the Slytherin was far from stupid. He was certain that by now Snape had figured out Sirius wasn’t the only Marauder with hidden talents. So it was only a matter of time before the cunning snake would use the knowledge to his advantage.


“Hold on, I think I’ve got it,” said James, lifting his nose from the book, sounding excited. “Go and stand over there, Pads,” he ordered, pointing at the center of the room, a place near the heater.


Sirius blinked and arched his brows in surprise. “What? I didn’t find anything in there,“ he snapped.


“Just shut up and get over there,” James sighed and watched as Sirius dragged himself to the direction he was pointing at.


“What is it, then?” Sirius tried to peer at the book from where he was standing, unable to see the pages.


“It’s called ‘Slug Begone’ by a Madam Green Thumb. It says here that it will repel every unwanted visitor from your cabbage patch. Oh, apparently it also works on gnomes. ‘Every unwanted visitor‘. That has to cover fleas as well.”


Remus looked skeptical and got up from his bed. “He’s not exactly a cabbage patch, Prongs,” he noted and studied the spell book James was holding. Peter, who had been agonizing over his Arithmancy assignment, discarded his quill and parchment and settled himself behind James, his beady eyes alight with excitement.


Sirius glanced at Remus and felt some of his misgivings on the spell rub on himself. “What if it doesn't work? I won’t turn into a cabbage, will I?” he asked, suddenly hesitant and quite happy to keep his fleas.


James waved his hand in a carefree manner and let out a snort. “Trust me, mate, this‘ll do the trick. And you can‘t go on living with those fleas. Look at yourself! They’re driving you insane, and more importantly, they’re driving me insane.“ As James waved his wand and recited the spell, taking care not to mispronounce a single word, Sirius squeezed his eyes shut, his shoulders drawing up to his ears.


Remus watched in horror as an acid green cloud slowly floated from James’ wand and surrounded Sirius. Peter could hardly contain his excitement. He grabbed James’ sleeve and slid forward.


“Oh!” gasped Remus when he saw Sirius hack furiously and fall on his back, his body stiff as a board.


“He fainted!” Peter exclaimed and pulled at James’s sleeve so hard that the taller boy nearly lost his balance.


When Sirius came to, the first thing he saw was Moony’s worried face peering at him from above. He had to be on the floor, then. Next to Remus was James, and the apologetic look his friend was giving him made Sirius narrow his eyes. Behind James stood Peter, howling with laughter. Sirius licked his lips and noticed his mouth tasted like bug repellent, and worst of all, he was still itchy. So it hadn’t worked. He sat up and shot Peter an annoyed glance.


“Shut the hell up, Wormy. I’m still full of fleas and-”


“And you’re green!” Peter blurted out, pointing one pudgy finger at his friend.


Before Sirius could speak, James was bombarding him with a litany of apologies and promises to fix everything. His words, however, were sounding to deaf ears. Sirius stumbled to his feet and glanced around frantically, searching the room for a mirror. James followed Sirius around as he went through everyone’s bedside table and trunk. “Someone give me a mirror!” Sirius rumbled, feeling his face with his hands.


“I don’t have one, I’m a bloke,“ Peter stated, sounding like Sirius was asking for the moon from the skies.


“Oh sod off, Wormtail!“ Sirius snapped and the glare he gave Peter sent the smaller boy hiding behind Remus‘s back. Sirius turned his eyes to Remus and gave him a pleading look. “Tell me it’s not that bad, Moony.”


“I’m sorry, Sirius,” Remus said quietly and shook his head.


James was already consulting the spell book and looking for a way to fix the mess he’d made. “I think this might… Oh, wait; we’re not trying to bleach anything, are we? What about… A color-changing charm! Do you think that would do the trick?”


Sirius ignored James and came to the conclusion that there wasn’t a single mirror in their dorm. There was a pile of dirty socks, some Cockroach Clusters and a half-empty flask of pumpkin juice, but no mirror. Without another word, Sirius marched out through the doorway and descended into the common room. He did his best to ignore the looks and fits of laughter he received as he walked towards the portrait hole. Once outside, he wheeled around when he heard the Fat Lady call to him.


“Are you sure you are in the right House, dear?” she asked in a teasing voice. "That color would look rather handsome in Slytherin." Sirius merely rolled his eyes at her and descended several staircases until he reached the hallway with the boy’s lavatory. Making sure he was alone, he slipped inside the vacated bathroom. Sirius strode to the closest mirror and leaned his hands against the sink as he peered at his reflection. Peter wasn’t kidding. Every last bit of his skin was green. He looked rather like a deranged ornament for St. Paddy’s day. First the fleas and now this! Sirius was quite certain that things just couldn’t get any worse. But he was wrong.


He heard the bathroom door open and wheeled around, and to his utter surprise, laid his eyes on Severus Snape. When the Slytherin noticed there was another person in the room, he hid his face and prepared to vanish. But as he took a second glance at Sirius and finally realized who he was looking at, Snape stopped and turned around.


“Black,” he hissed, voice dripping with venom.


Sirius shook his head, attempting to cover his face with his hair. He peered at Snape from behind thick locks of hair and noticed there was definitely something wrong with the other boy’s face as well. Sirius frowned and blew his hair aside to get a better view. The Slytherin apparently noticed Sirius was a lovely shade of green, because he saw Snape arch his brows in a rather amused manner. But as Sirius moved closer and examined Snape’s face, the dark haired boy seemed to remember the state he was in. He lowered his eyes and leaned against the bathroom door as Sirius cornered him.


Snape’s usually sallow face was covered in black soot stains and half of his right eyebrow had apparently burned off, along with a big chunk of hair that normally framed his right cheek. It was as if a spell had gone wrong with Snape as well. To Sirius, this was a considerable mood lifter.


“Not enjoying the fleas, then, Snivellus?” Sirius asked with an amused voice, lifting one eyebrow.


“Not so much,” Snape replied drily. His sooty lips curved into a sneer. “And I see the feeling is mutual. Unless you’re suddenly thinking of joining your brother in Slytherin.”


“At least I didn’t try to scorch my face off!” Sirius said pointedly, and the familiar hatred flared under his green skin. Snape reacted to his angry tone immediately and before Sirius could even register the movement, he felt the tip of Snape’s wand press against his chest.


Sirius’s hand automatically fumbled for his own wand, only to find that he had left it at his bedside table. “I would stay still if I were you,“ Snape hissed at his movement and drilled the wand deeper into his chest.


With an air of defiance, Sirius stared into Snape’s infuriatingly pleased eyes and noticed they were as black as the patches of soot on his pale face. Abnormal, he thought. He felt his neck twitch as the parasites sent a shiver to his skin. Sirius made an attempt to move his right arm to his neck, but he felt the wand poke at his ribs and merely dug his fingernails into his palm.


“I haven’t quite decided what to do with you, Black,” Snape drawled, but Sirius was having trouble following his words, as the itch around his neck was getting more and more distracting. “But I know I should find some way to thank you for stealing my… research. And the fleas, of course, have made the past two weeks a joy. I can‘t imagine where you must‘ve stuck your filthy muzzle to get such an infestation.”


Sirius was gritting his teeth to keep from retorting, as Snape was still pointing his wand at him. He merely glared and wondered if Snape had actually been able to get rid of the fleas. But Sirius saw the corner of the Slytherin’s eye twitch and realized that he, too, was fighting back the urge to scratch. “You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours,” Sirius offered and gave Snape a lopsided grin. His suggestion only earned him a disgusted scowl. “I take it that’s a ‘no’, then?”


“You‘re disgusting, Black,” said Snape. “I promise you won’t be laying your filthy paws on me again.“


Sirius felt the hand that was holding the wand tremble. He saw Snape glance down and bite his lower lip to keep himself from reaching out with his other arm. He watched as Snape tightened his grip on the wand and brought his left hand up to scratch his wrist. And despite Snape’s firm grip on the wand, Sirius felt the tip lift from his chest. He saw an opening and pressed his own hands against Snape’s narrow chest and shoved the boy through the lavatory door.


“Levicor-” Snape’s wand shot sparks as they both flew backwards and went tumbling down into the hallway. Sirius landed on top of Snape and heard him let out a gasp as his back hit the stony floor. He glanced around for Snape’s wand and saw it lying a few feet away. Sirius felt angry hands grip his jumper as the Slytherin he had pinned under him was fighting furiously to throw him off.


“And what, Mr Black and Mr Snape, is the meaning of this?” spoke a familiar voice that caused Snape to stop his struggling and Sirius to glance up. He laid his eyes on Professor McGonagall and a pair of unyielding, stern eyes.


*



“Slug repellent!“ Madam Pomfrey cried as she guided Sirius towards a big porcelain bathtub that stood in the place of a hospital bed. There was a white screen on the left side and Sirius could see the silhouette of a second bathtub behind it. “I can’t believe anyone is capable of being so utterly witless, Mr Black,” Madam Pomfrey continued and her shrill voice made Sirius cower.


She finished filling his bathtub and added the needed ingredients for his fleabath. She moved to the other side of the curtain as Sirius got ready to undress. “And you, Mr Snape, should have come straight to me instead of trying to destroy the fleas with a fire charm. A fire charm!”


“It wasn’t a fire charm, but the one I used… didn‘t work,” Snape muttered and stared at the bathtub Madam Pomfrey was filling for him.


“Well, apparently,” the woman said and gave Snape a pointed look. “And do either of you have any idea how irresponsible it was to expose your fellow classmates to your parasites? I cannot believe you did not come straight to me the day you got the first symptoms. Everyone will have to camp in the Great Hall for the night as your dorms are being scourgified. Now, Mr Snape, get in the bath.”


Madam Pomfrey made her way back to Sirius who, at the sound of her clicking heels, slipped into the bathtub in a flash of green limbs. He sank himself in the water neck-deep and gave the elderly woman a bashful and uneasy look. Poppy Pomfrey merely rolled her eyes at him.


“We’ll get rid of the fleas first, dear, and see to that green hue after.” She glanced at her pocket watch and took a few steps back to address them both. “Now, there is no getting up from that bathwater for the next sixty minutes. Make sure to cover each body part thoroughly and scrub behind your ears. And the hair, of course, is important. Do be careful not to get the water in your eyes.” With these instructions, she walked into her office and left the two boys alone in the spacious Infirmary.


From McGonagall’s office, with promises of shared detention, to the Infirmary and into the bathtubs. Sirius was anything but happy with the prospect of detention but he was finally getting rid of the fleas, and that was enough to make him forget everything else. He allowed himself to sink deeper into the warm water and rested his head against the slippery surface of the bathtub. Snape, too, seemed to be in a blissful state because Sirius didn’t hear a single sound from the other side of the white screen.


After only twenty minutes had passed, Sirius could feel all the irritation and impending insanity the fleas had caused slowly leave his body. It was as if the feelings were fading away with the bubbles in his bathwater. He turned to look at Snape’s silhouette when he heard him splash behind the screen. Sirius felt his lips curve into a wicked grin. “Finally getting the bath you so desperately need, eh, Snivellus?” His voice was teasing but free of malice. “I think I may have done you a favor when I gave you those fleas.”


“So you did, Black,” Snape spoke quietly. “Or should I say Padfoot?” he added, putting weight on the last word in his sentence. “I wonder what silly names the rest of your sorry lot have chosen for themselves? I imagine there‘s also a Wormtail, a Moony and a Prongs.”


Sirius frowned and straightened up in his bathtub. He couldn’t see Snape through the screen but he could hear the sneer in his voice. For a fleeting moment Sirius wondered how Snape had learned their names, but realized that they probably used them more than their given names. Of course the slippery snake had overheard them at least a dozen times. There was no way he could have missed them, not with the way he was always skulking around.


“I wonder if you’re the only mangy mongrel of the group,” Snape continued with a taunting voice.


“Shut up, you snake!” Sirius hissed and jerked his upper body in the other’s direction, causing some of the water to splash out of the tub.


“I can’t believe you could manage to learn such a skill quite on your-” Snape closed his mouth mid-sentence when he saw the silhouette of the other boy suddenly stand up in the bathtub. There was the sound of splashing water and before Snape could even blink, Sirius had torn the thin screen aside and stood in front of him, his fierce eyes boring into Snape’s shocked ones. The Slytherin looked around and searched the surroundings for his wand. Apparently Madam Pomfrey had confiscated it for the duration of the bath. Snape gawped, unable to believe the naked body in front of him.


Sirius was dripping water and foam all over the stony floor, and didn’t seem to be disturbed in the slightest that he was indeed standing naked in front of Severus Snape. “Right, let’s have it then,” Sirius spoke but glanced behind his back as Madam Pomfrey called from somewhere in her office.


“Is someone getting out of the tub?”


Sirius groaned and in one quick movement, lifted his foot and sank it in the warm, foamy water in Snape’s bathtub. As he got in, the Slytherin let out a sound which resembled that of a braking Muggle vehicle. Sirius leaned closer and Snape recoiled and pressed himself against the edge of the bathtub, pulling his knees to his chest and curling his toes. He was at a loss for words and could only stare at the arrogant Gryffindor in front of him.


“Okay, name your price,” Sirius hissed in a low voice to keep it from reaching Madam Pomfrey‘s ears.


Snape shook his head and grabbed the edge of the bathtub. “Get… out, Black,” he struggled with the words. “Get out!” he ordered, staring at Sirius with wild eyes.


Sirius shook his head, his wet hair whipping his face and tangling on his green cheeks. “Not until you tell me what it’s going to take to keep your damned mouth shut.”


As the initial shock of having Sirius Black invade his bathtub was wearing off, Snape took a deep breath and, keeping his distance from the other boy, gave him a meaningful look. “I believe you have something that belongs to me.”


Sirius frowned. “The parchment? No way, Snape,” he shook his head and leaned against his end of the bathtub, crossing his soapy arms against his chest. “That was full of dark stuff. I should’ve taken it straight to Dumbledore.”


“But I take it you didn’t do that?” Snape tried to keep his discomfort from showing on his face.


“If I give it back to you, you’ll only use it on one of us,” Sirius argued.


“If you give it back to me, maybe I won’t spill the beans about your, shall we say, feral side,” said Snape and gave Sirius a pointed look.


Sirius was silent for a long time as he thought of Remus, James and Peter. His friends meant everything to him, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to keep them safe. “Fine,“ he answered with a voice that was hardly audible.


Snape leaned back with a satisfied smile, while Sirius looked defeated and slumped deeper into the water. He felt his toes brush Snape’s curled ones, and saw the other boy jump and grip the edge of the tub even tighter than before.


Sirius, too, recoiled and gave Snape a somewhat nervous look. The anger he’d felt only moments ago was fading quickly and being replaced by sheer embarrassment. Sirius finally realized that he was actually sitting in Snape’s bathtub. He noticed the Slytherin’s pale chest, full of angry nail marks. He noticed the rosy nipples and the long limbs through the yellowish bathwater. He noticed the dark hair, wet and tangled against white skin. And his eyes kept traveling south, as if drawn by an invisible force. Snape had pulled his knees against his chest but Sirius could imagine what they were shielding from his eyes.


There was a naked body in front of him, and being a teenage bloke with raging hormones, Sirius felt an unwanted tightening in his groin. It nearly stopped his heart from beating. There was a familiar tingle in the pit of his stomach, and Sirius, to his utter horror, realized he was beginning to grow hard. “No… no,” he whispered through gritted teeth. He averted his eyes from Snape but the Slytherin had obviously noticed where his gaze had lingered only moments ago.


“Now that we’ve come to a mutual understanding, Black, would you mind leaving my bathtub?” Snape said from his end of the porcelain tub with a highly alarmed voice.


Sirius looked around the room, his eyes searching for a towel or his clothes, but it seemed Madam Pomfrey had not cared to provide them with neither. He cursed his luck and considered his options.


“Didn’t you hear me? Get out,” Snape repeated. “Or do you wish to provide me with a lifetime supply of nightmares?”


Sirius glanced at his naked body through the lukewarm water and turned his eyes to Snape, looking quite helpless. “I’m naked,” Sirius stated the obvious and watched as Snape arched his mangled eyebrows.


“Yes, I noticed that! And it didn’t seem to bother you before, when you invited yourself to share my bath.”


Sirius stole another glance at himself through the water. He was still half-hard. There was no way Snape wouldn’t notice it if he got up. “I-- can’t get out,” Sirius muttered, refusing to make any kind of eye contact with Snape. “You heard what Pomfrey said.”


“I swear, Black, if you don’t get up and leave right now, I’ll hex you without a wand.”

Sirius was out of excuses. He groaned and brought his hands down to cover himself from Snape’s offending eyes. “Well… look away then, you git,” he snapped.


Snape gave the Gryffindor an unpleasant smile and fixed his eyes on the bubbles floating under his nose. “I have to admit I never imagined Sirius Black to be bashful, not with your reputation.”


“Oh shut up, Snivellus,” Sirius spat and stood up from the foamy water.


Severus saw his reflection in the water ripple as Sirius stumbled out of the bathtub. He lifted his face and gave the fleeing boy a furtive glance. And when he saw Sirius tumble back into his own tub, Severus couldn’t believe his eyes. Black had gotten… hard in his bathtub. Because of him? No, that was impossible. Utterly ludicrous. Severus lowered his face and fixed his eyes on the foamy surface of his cooling bathwater, trying to push the naked - and ridiculously green - body of Sirius Black out of his mind.


*



Detention with Filch was, as always, pure joy. Sirius was quite familiar with the filing cabinets and he organized the beige manila folders with an easy routine. He glanced at Snape who was squinting his black eyes, trying to make out the names on the folders in the light of a single oil lamp, hanging from the ceiling. Neither of them had spoken a single word since Filch had begun to time their detention. Sirius avoided making eye contact with Snape and he was actually thankful for the dim lighting in Filch’s office. The sight of the Slytherin revived the embarrassing memory from the previous night and Sirius felt his face burn at the mere thought. He wished he’d never gone out as Padfoot on that accursed night. Because Sirius was certain that last night would’ve never happened if he still had his old, pure hate-filled thoughts of Snape in his head and nothing more. There would have been no dreams to confuse him and no baths or detention to share.


Filch, the old school malcontent, was quite happy with their silence and lack of mischief. Mrs Norris, however, seemed suspicious. Sirius could feel her watchful eyes boring into his back as he continued to sort the cabinets. The lack of tricks or need to bark orders at the boys was driving Filch sleepy. He was beginning to doze off in his chair and the shackles he‘d been polishing were slipping from his hands. But Mrs Norris still kept a steady watch.


Sirius gave Snape a furtive glance and fingered the parchment he had stuck in his robes. Might as well get it over with. He edged closer to the Slytherin who looked alarmed when he saw Sirius approach him. “Here. Take it,” Sirius whispered through thin lips and reached into his robes to pull out Snape’s stolen notes. Snape gave him a horrified look and glanced at Mrs Norris.


“Are you mad?!” he hissed while fixing his eyes on the folder he was holding. “Don’t give it to me now!”


Sirius frowned. “Well, when the hell do you want it, then?”


Snape didn’t answer and turned his back on Sirius and they both heard Mrs Norris jump down from Filch’s desk and approach them. Sirius glanced over his shoulder and was sure the old feline was narrowing her eyes at them. He pulled his hand back from his robes and turned his attention to the filing cabinets.


After several oppressing moments had passed, Snape moved closer and whispered so quietly Sirius nearly missed his words. “Meet me in the Potions classroom. At midnight.”


*



Sirius descended into the dungeons, hidden under James’ invisibility cloak. His heart was hammering with excitement for being out of bed after hours. His hands, however, were cold with dread. Meeting Snape alone in the dungeons at midnight wasn’t the wisest thing he could think of doing. Swallowing his nervousness, he reached for the handle of the heavy door that led into the Potions classroom. Sirius tightened the grip he had on his wand. The hinges of the door creaked and wailed as he pushed it open and slipped in. He had expected to see Snape lounging in Slughorn’s seat, but as he looked around the dark classroom, he saw the other boy was seated at his usual table.


Sirius began to close the door he had left ajar and noticed Snape was watching him with a shocked expression. He realized he was still under the invisibility cloak. The thought of having the upper hand calmed his nerves and diminished the embarrassment he still felt for the bathtub incident. Sirius grinned when he saw Snape grip his wand and stumble up from his seat. He tiptoed towards the Slytherin who was pointing his wand in different directions and wheeling from side to side. Sirius stopped a few feet away from the alarmed boy, content to merely watch the paranoid look on his face.


“Black?” Snape finally croaked. “Are you in here?” He boy hid any trace of fear from his voice very skillfully, but he couldn’t prevent it from showing in his wild eyes.


Sirius smirked and reached into his robes. He pulled out the stolen parchment and without a warning, smacked it on the table right under Snape’s nose. The Slyherin jumped and Sirius couldn’t hold back a satisfactory laugh.


Snape stared at the parchment and as he recognized it, snatched it with nimble fingers. He moved his eyes to Sirius’s direction and stared at an empty spot right next to Sirius’s ear. “I just heard you so you can show yourself, Black.”


When Sirius threw aside the invisibility cloak, Snape seemed surprised. He had apparently assumed the invisibility was achieved with the help of a spell. Sirius thought he could see Snape’s greedy eyes fixate on the cloak and quickly stuffed it into his robes.


“So, you got what you wanted, Snape.” Sirius sat on the edge of the nearest table. “Do I have your honor as a Slytherin that you’ll hold your slimy tongue?”


Snape narrowed his eyes and pursed his pale lips. “I guess you do.”


“You guess?!” Sirius was on his feet in a heartbeat and pointed his wand at Snape. The Slytherin leaned back and gave him a submissive look that made Sirius’s heart sing with satisfaction.


“Fine… You have my word, Black,” Snape said quietly, lowering his eyes.


Sirius gave him a satisfied nod and moved back to his table. The thing was finally settled. A heavy silence fell between them and Sirius felt his nervousness from earlier return. There was a cold draft coming from the tall windows and the dank smell of the dungeons sneaked up his nostrils. Sirius cast Snape a wary glance from under his brows. Should he just leave? Just walk away now that everything was over. He imagined it would’ve been the wisest thing to do, but something was keeping him from leaving.


Sirius cleared his throat and Snape met his eyes at the sound. “So,” Sirius began, as if making small talk with a disliked relative. “I didn’t know you create your own spells.”


“What makes you think I do?” Snape asked.


“Come on, Snape, I read your notes and I’m not stupid.“ Sirius frowned at the look Snape gave him. The mere arch of his eyebrow seemed to say ’Oh really?’ “I don’t get you. Why the hell would you want to indulge yourself in the Dark Arts?”


“I don’t see how it’s any of your business what I choose to do with my time, Black,” Snape said with a dry voice.


“Fine... But that stuff could get you into a lot of trouble,” Sirius pointed out and was taken aback by the frown he received from the Slytherin.


“And since when do you care? You and Potter give me trouble every day, and that doesn’t seem to bother you in the slightest,” Snape spat and Sirius could see the other boy was suddenly getting agitated. “You think I’m a greasy git who should do everyone a favor and hex myself out of existence!” Sirius noticed Snape was sounding genuinely upset. “I don’t see you ever stopping Potter from pointing his wand at me. Instead, you go along with his idiotic plans to make my life more miserable than it already is. And you know what? I think you might actually be worse than him-”


“Oh come on!” Sirius interrupted, unable to hold his tongue for a moment longer. “Don’t act like you’re the victim here. You give as good as you get!” He saw Snape grip his wand and in return, pointed his own wand at Snape. They glared at each other, chests heaving. “You make me sick,” he hissed at Snape, unable to think of a better insult.


“That’s hardly news, Black,” Snape answered with a dry voice, but Sirius could see the outlines of his pupils contract with anger.


Sirius opened his mouth to deliver another insult but frowned, as something made him hold his tongue. And he realized it was that little part of him that had continued to hold onto Padfoot’s memories. He stared at Snape and the silence between them drew out. To his astonishment, Sirius felt his anger begin to subside. Snape seemed to notice the change in him and the confusion it caused in the Slytherin was suddenly stronger than the blind fury.


Sirius began to lower his wand and ignored the one that was still being pointed at him. Snape looked reserved and watched him with suspicious eyes. “What are you doing, Black?” he asked, still expecting a curse or at least a physical blow from the other boy.


“Why do you have to be so-” Sirius searched for the proper word. “Unpleasant all the time?”


“What?!” Snape was taken aback by Sirius’s question and the overall situation. He leaned back as the Gryffindor approached him.


“I know what’s behind that scowl,” Sirius said as he edged closer, his grey eyes fixed on Snape‘s black ones. “I’ve seen it.” His words caused Snape’s face to distort with anger. Clearly he wasn’t happy with Sirius mentioning these things. Sirius, however, was full of determination. His mind was suddenly set. “If you just let your guard down-”


“Around you!?” Snape exclaimed, looking somewhat deranged. He tried to back against the table but realized he had reached the edge. Lifting his hips, he sat himself down on the wooden surface and leaned back.


“Yes,” Sirius spoke as he moved closer. He felt like he was in one of his dreams. He was forgetting his hatred, and allowing himself to be fascinated with the Slytherin, determined to shed aside the vicious mask he always wore. “Especially around me.” He gave Snape a greedy look as he closed the remaining distance. “And no one else.”

Snape shrunk back, his eyes wide with shock. Sirius pressed his palms flat against Snape’s worn, gray trousers. He could feel the lean thighs tremble as he pushed them apart and settled himself between them.


“Stop,” Snape gasped as confident hands gripped his pelvis. The hold he had on his wand was growing loose.


Sirius couldn’t tear his eyes away from Snape. He inhaled deeply and could smell the Slytherin’s fear and confusion and pure hatred in the air. He felt himself begin to harden and this time he welcomed it. The blood in his body was rushing south so fast that the pain it caused in his groin made him gasp.


Snape kept leaning back from him but Sirius followed persistently. The look on the Slytherin’s face was horrified, when he realized Sirius was lowering him on the table. Sirius brought their hips together and pressed his growing hardness against Snape’s left thigh. The wand in Snape’s hand fell down on the floor with a wooden clatter and Sirius heard it roll under the tables.


“What… Black, stop!” Snape gasped, his anxious eyes boring into Sirius’s grey ones, now dark with lust. Snape was trembling with shock and the sheer amount of adrenaline running through his veins.


With firm but gentle fingers, Sirius forced Snape down on his back and pressed his hands against his heaving chest. He felt the Slytherin struggle weakly and heard a snake-like hiss escape between his gritted teeth. Snape ceased his movements when Sirius sank his hands under his shirt and brushed his thumb over one small nipple.


“No…” Snape groaned, his refusals beginning to sound half-hearted. Sirius moved his hands and sank his fingers in the long hair, still slightly uneven after the failed attempt to remove the fleas with a spell.


Sirius felt a set of bony fingers reach the back of his skull and gasped at the pain when Snape twined them in his hair. The Slytherin was pulling his head back and Sirius laid his own hand on top of Snape’s smaller one. He squeezed gently and sank his short fingernails into soft skin.


“Don’t fight me,” he whispered as he pressed his lips against Snape’s trembling ones. He felt the grip in his hair grow painful and the mouth beneath his escaped as Snape turned his face away. “Let down your guard,” Sirius urged with a soft voice and followed Snape’s resisting lips as they kept moving away from his. He told himself he wasn’t being rough and wasn’t really forcing Snape into anything. He was just being… persistent. Snape could stop him if he really wanted to.


“Let go, Black,” Snape hissed and turned his face away, his resolve slipping as Sirius’s warm lips found his own for a second time. They were somewhat chapped and pressed firm against his, and Snape allowed his grip in the long hair loosen ever so slightly.


Sirius used the opportunity to detach Snape’s hand from his hair and laid it on the table, closing it in his own, slightly larger hand. As he brought their hips together, he finally felt an answering hardness between the Slytherin’s thighs.


“That’s it,” he urged and pressed the tip of his tongue against Snape‘s yielding lips. Sirius lowered his hand back to Snape’s narrow hips and brought their arousals in contact.


“I’m going to touch you,” he whispered and brought his left hand down to Snape’s growing erection. He pressed his palm against it and felt its heat through the cloth that separated it from his clammy hand. He gave the Slytherin a hesitant squeeze and felt a heavy jolt against his palm.


“Black…” Snape groaned, sounding half-delirious. ”Don’t…” he said one final time before finally submitting to Sirius’s stroking hand. The withdrawn look on Snape’s face had vanished, along with the barriers he usually carried around him.


When Sirius realized Snape wasn’t fighting back anymore, he allowed his grip around the pulsing member to tighten. He lowered his face and brought their lips together, demanding access with his probing tongue. And Snape granted it to him. Sirius's hips were beginning to hump against the table’s edge and he couldn’t control his movements. He needed to free himself from the offending trousers and touch himself. He used his free hand to fumble with his belt buckle and fly. Sirius held back a deep groan as he pulled himself out through the opening in his trousers. He noticed Snape was watching him with a hazy look in his eyes. Sirius licked his lips nervously and reached for the Slytherin’s right hand. He took it in his own and helped Snape into a sitting position. “Touch me,” he ordered gently.


Sirius felt his heart hammering wildly under his ribcage as Snape took his time to consider his words. After several agonizingly long moments, he finally reached out with his hand but refused to make eye contact with Sirius. Sirius didn’t really care about eye contact at that moment, because he felt like his knees would fail him and his cheeks flared red with pleasure when Snape twined his cool, long fingers around his erection. At first Snape didn’t move his hand, but merely held Sirius in his hesitant grip. And then he was slowly tightening his fingers and when he gave one hesitant stroke, Sirius had to grip the edge of the table to steady himself.


“That’s it. Go on,” he whispered and gave Snape an approving smile. “A little harder.”


Snape kept his eyes fixed on Sirius’s chest as he tightened his grip and quickened the pace. Sirius groaned his approval. He reached for Snape’s belt buckle and began to undo his fly. And when the stroking didn’t cease, and the Slytherin allowed Sirius to wrap his fingers around his own arousal, Sirius felt like a winner. He turned to look at the pale face in front of him. Snape still refrained from making eye contact. Sirius leaned in to kiss him and when he felt Snape draw back, he twined his free hand in his long hair and held him in place.


Sirius knew his release was drawing closer and he motioned for Snape to slow down. But the Slytherin merely gave him a sneer against his lips and sped up. Sirius frowned and quickened the pace of his own stroking hand and heard Snape fight back a groan. The fingers around his own cock slipped away as Snape gripped his jumper and clawed at his chest. Sirius watched the expression on Snape’s face unwind and drank the sight in with greedy eyes. He was hooked. Hooked and already graving for another fix. When he felt his hand grow wet with warm slickness, Sirius had to drag his eyes away from Snape’s face to glance at the sight below.


Snape was still holding on to his jumper, his breathing slightly labored. Keeping his keen eyes on Snape’s content face, Sirius gripped his own arousal and began to fist himself furiously, coating his flesh with the Slytherin’s warm seed. It only took five pulls and he was coming.


Sirius was still recovering when Snape pushed him aside and got down from the table. He retrieved his wand from under the table and cleaned himself with a simple spell. The look on the Slytherin's face was reserved and sullen once more, and Sirius felt his heart sink at the sight. He followed Snape’s example and cleaned himself, closed his fly and fastened his belt. He reached out with his right and pressed it against Snape’s shoulder. The Slytherin brushed it away and shot him an icy look. “I trust you’ll keep this to yourself, Black,” Snape said, his voice cold and formal, his dark eyes hollow.


Sirius blinked once and stared as Snape began to walk away, not waiting for an answer. He disappeared through the doors like a fleeting shadow and left Sirius alone in the quiet classroom. Sirius felt the draft from the windows send a chill down his spine. The dark classroom looked unfriendly and made him feel quite small and meaningless. He guessed he should have felt pleased with himself. Pleased for getting what he wanted. But Sirius felt disappointed and frustrated as he realized that whatever it was that he felt for Severus Snape, was most definitely unrequited.



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megarougemegarouge on August 19th, 2007 04:35 am (UTC)
::smokes a cigarette::

That was lovely.
not telling!: Siriusyorda_ on August 19th, 2007 11:05 am (UTC)
I'm happy you enjoyed it ;)
Truthful Plum Logical Horsemegyal on August 19th, 2007 05:33 pm (UTC)
Oh, lovely. Such a great read.
not telling!: Siriusyorda_ on August 19th, 2007 06:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) This is only my second fic in this fandom and I know I'm nowhere near perfect so I'm happy to hear you enjoyed it.
itylienitylien on August 19th, 2007 08:09 pm (UTC)
For some reasons I can very clearly see Sanpe as the one who can't deal with anything "emotion included". For the same reasons I love fiks like this one when he shows just how hopeless he is with it.
Good job!
Thought your Sirius is so… Soft. So sweet and somehow innocent and so on… What I want to say is… He’s lacking the cruelty. Or maybe not? Whatever.

[If my English is impossible to understand… sorry]
not telling!yorda_ on August 19th, 2007 08:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much for the feedback, I appreciate it :) And I know the real Sirius would probably be a tad bit more cruel when Snape's involved but I feel that if I made him really mean, what I have planned for possible future parts wouldn't work that well. (you can sort of see where this is going if you look at the artwork I've posted)

But I still tried to make it apparent, at least in the beginning, that he's used to hating Snape and those old feelings are still sometimes stronger than the new ones, whatever they may be ;) But yeah, I defintiely agree with you about Snape's inability to deal with anything that has something to do with emotions, and I tried to portray that.
itylienitylien on August 19th, 2007 10:34 pm (UTC)
And you did very well. Your Snape is The Snape. I mean for me. He's cold, and stiff, and untouchable and so sweetly lost at the same time... I'm afraid I sound like a psycho here but hell. In my opinion he is and you show it quite nicely.
As fore Sirius... I love the "dog gene" you gave him. It's impossible to become a dog for a time, and don’t have a… tiny bit of the dog inside for the time. Or all the time. Who knows?
Arethinn: snape (b/w)arethinn on September 17th, 2007 04:00 am (UTC)
If by "dog gene" you mean, a little soft and goofy and having the urge to comfort with the act of a tail-wag or laying your doggy face in someone's lap, and accept someone just as they are "dude, it's ok, I still want to play fetch with you, what are you worried about? There's plenty of grass to roll in and sun to enjoy!" ... then yes, I can see that in Sirius too. ;)
ednama on August 19th, 2007 10:57 pm (UTC)
Well done! this gets more and more interesting!
not telling!yorda_ on August 20th, 2007 05:57 pm (UTC)
Hih, glad you liked it :) I'll try to start working on the next part soon.
ednama on August 21st, 2007 09:50 am (UTC)
without parasites on this one, please. I felt scratchy all along reading your fic! ;)
not telling!: Snapeyorda_ on August 21st, 2007 10:00 am (UTC)
Heh, I promise the parasites are gone :D I felt itchy just writing about them!
nwhikernwhiker on August 20th, 2007 05:53 pm (UTC)
Phew. I'm so glad that Midnight Company was just part I!

Sirius is... sweet. I'm jumbling comments for both fics here.

The smile and the Padfoot/Snape interaction was wonderful. Sirius will always know that there is something about Snape that is kind to animals, and that there is an other side to his cruelty. This is good.

Snape is harder to figure. I love his reactions, it's almost as if he is confused, both full of desire, and hatred, and... fear. Of losing himself, maybe?

No matter, this was a great read, and illustrated too!

Oh and this line: Sirius shook his head, his wet hair whipping his face and tangling on his green cheeks. was superb. As were all the reminders that Sirius is... hey! green! I giggled every single time!

When's Part III? (greedy? me? Ummm... yes.)
not telling!: Siriusyorda_ on August 20th, 2007 06:05 pm (UTC)
Thanksies for the feedback :) Well, I haven't begun to work on part three yet, but I did think about it and make some plans at work today. I'll begin to write it as soon as I can.

The smile and the Padfoot/Snape interaction was wonderful.

I'm so happy to hear you think so because I was afraid I'd screw up that bit. For some reason it was kind of difficult to write it and make it work and not make it seem all kinds of unbelievable, or even worse, make Snape seem OOC.

No matter, this was a great read, and illustrated too!

Thank you :) Heh, I'll most likely continue the story in a way that will connect it to some of my other Sirius/Snape drawings as well.




nehalenianehalenia on August 25th, 2007 12:43 am (UTC)
OMG!!! That was so incredibly hot! For some reason I missed the NC-17 on the summary and wasn't expecting the smut. What a fabulous surprise!

I was snicking all through the bathtub scene, and then this line:

the Slytherin let out a sound that resembled that of a braking Muggle vehicle.

I am still laughing! I could hear exactly the shriek Severus made, along with the mental image of him scrambling backwards in the tub. That was glorious.

And the sex! The hesitant-yet-pushy-yet-awkward-and-incredibly-hot sex! That was so perfect! I was astonished that Sirius got Severus to go that far, and so sad that Severus couldn't bear the emotion of it. Excellent characterization. Poor Sirius.

And did I mention the sex scene? Whew! *fans self*

I'm so happy I could just dance around. I'm rolling in Snack! Yay!
nehalenianehalenia on August 25th, 2007 12:45 am (UTC)
Uhm, that word was supposed to be "snickering".
not telling!: Snapeyorda_ on August 25th, 2007 09:19 am (UTC)
For some reason I missed the NC-17 on the summary and wasn't expecting the smut. What a fabulous surprise!

Oh I love it when that happens :) Sometimes the author might just give a "mature" rating and I have no idea what to expect, and then it'll turn out to have really good smut, and I'm a happy girl.

The hesitant-yet-pushy-yet-awkward-and-incredibly-hot sex! That was so perfect! I was astonished that Sirius got Severus to go that far, and so sad that Severus couldn't bear the emotion of it.

I was thinking about the sex scene a long time before I began to write it. I knew it had to be a bit awkward because of their ages and especially because the characters involved are Sirius Black and Severus Snape. And I knew Sirius had to be a little pushy or nothing would have happened. I mean, I can't see Snape suddenly just agreeing and submitting to everything and turning into hot wax in Sirius's hands. But I didn't want to make him too pushy to avoid any hints of forced sex/rape. That would mean a lot of trouble for me when I'm trying to get them together for a second time. And the way I've been writing my Sirius, it would've felt kind of OOC.

And did I mention the sex scene? Whew! *fans self*

Yay :) It's been years since I've written a proper sex scene and I was afraid I'd be a bit rusty.
Arethinn: snape (blurred colour)arethinn on September 17th, 2007 04:07 am (UTC)
But I didn't want to make him too pushy to avoid any hints of forced sex/rape. That would mean a lot of trouble for me when I'm trying to get them together for a second time. And the way I've been writing my Sirius, it would've felt kind of OOC.

I see what you mean. I read some other post today which was a bit meta about Sirius as "a fucker, not a lover" and while I can agree with that on one level, i.e. that he is perfectly capable of enjoying sex "without strings attached", somehow I don't see him as cruel, enjoying non-con (unless we are talking AU). He doens't need "a relationship" but wants them to want it, yanno?


Not that I would mind a melting-like-wax!Severus in a differently-written context, mind you. ;)
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not telling!: Siriusyorda_ on September 4th, 2007 06:55 am (UTC)
Thanksies :) I'm so happy to hear people like this series because this is the first time I'm writing in this fandom. Oh, and part five is on the way. I'll probably post it sometime tomorrow.
Air Unzbuzzlerherbailiwick on September 8th, 2007 02:54 am (UTC)
The dark classroom looked unfriendly and made him feel quite small and meaningless.
Aww!