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bronze_ribbons"Moonlightnrain" demanded a kiss. So I gave her 200 words. G. Title nicked from Robbie Burns.
[Oh, and as far as I'm concerned, Deathly Hallows is not out until Saturday and I am treating everything currently circulating on the Internet as speculation and/or apocrypha until confirmed by the bonafide dead-tree copy released to me by Borders. So, there will be no DH spoilers in this or anything else I might happen to post before Monday.]
[Yes, Monday. Because this weekend I have one memorial service to attend, two regular services to preach, and a four-hour Monday meeting for which I must prep. Whee!]
Ae Fond Kiss
For almost two years, Snape had known he would have to face this moment someday, but he was nonetheless surprised at how shocked he felt when the Death Eater cadets dumped Lupin's lifeless body at his feet. However, his years upon years of masking his true emotions continued to serve him well.
"Thank you, gentlemen," he said gravely, dismissing them. He waited a full hour after their departure before scooping Lupin up and Apparating into a garret in Camden Town. Even though he was half-giddy with anxiety, he couldn't help but roll his eyes as Harry Potter and Nymphadora Tonks hastily broke apart from their clinch.
"You've got him!" Potter exclaimed, rushing forward to help him.
"I knew you'd manage it!" Tonks hurried forward as well and saluted him gently on the cheek. He remained astounded at how a woman so clumsy could kiss so delicately, though he'd gathered from earlier visits to the garret that her liaison with Potter was... energetic.
Visits he'd made with Lupin. Who was still limp in his arms.
"Remus," he hissed, "if you managed to screw this up, I'll kill you myself."
Not opening his eyes, Lupin weakly pressed his lips against Snape's palm.
[Oh, and as far as I'm concerned, Deathly Hallows is not out until Saturday and I am treating everything currently circulating on the Internet as speculation and/or apocrypha until confirmed by the bonafide dead-tree copy released to me by Borders. So, there will be no DH spoilers in this or anything else I might happen to post before Monday.]
[Yes, Monday. Because this weekend I have one memorial service to attend, two regular services to preach, and a four-hour Monday meeting for which I must prep. Whee!]
Ae Fond Kiss
For almost two years, Snape had known he would have to face this moment someday, but he was nonetheless surprised at how shocked he felt when the Death Eater cadets dumped Lupin's lifeless body at his feet. However, his years upon years of masking his true emotions continued to serve him well.
"Thank you, gentlemen," he said gravely, dismissing them. He waited a full hour after their departure before scooping Lupin up and Apparating into a garret in Camden Town. Even though he was half-giddy with anxiety, he couldn't help but roll his eyes as Harry Potter and Nymphadora Tonks hastily broke apart from their clinch.
"You've got him!" Potter exclaimed, rushing forward to help him.
"I knew you'd manage it!" Tonks hurried forward as well and saluted him gently on the cheek. He remained astounded at how a woman so clumsy could kiss so delicately, though he'd gathered from earlier visits to the garret that her liaison with Potter was... energetic.
Visits he'd made with Lupin. Who was still limp in his arms.
"Remus," he hissed, "if you managed to screw this up, I'll kill you myself."
Not opening his eyes, Lupin weakly pressed his lips against Snape's palm.