LATE NIGHT CONVERSATIONS
I got to thinking about Remus experiencing a full moon and coming back home to Harry sleeping on his bed for comfort. Then I thought about adding Severus into the mix, and then next thing you know I’m writing an almost 1000 word drabble.
Anyways, context: happens in 6th year, Harry was a lot closer to Sirius and Remus. Sirius lives past 5th year, but Remus ends up breaking up with him because of various arguments. Remus ends up dating Severus instead. Just the barest hint of future Severitus.
“Severus?” Remus whispered into the dark room.
If he was a man less used to the constant bubbling of shame and embarrassment, he would have blushed brightly at his own appearance. His hair could only be described as an abstract nest, his chest, bare, was covered in an assortment of scratches and bruises, and there was just a hint of scruff already growing on his face. He was always such a mess after full moons, and this one was no different.
He could just barely recognize the man’s silhouette in the doorway. His scent was the only clue needed to give him away. On any other night he would have forced himself to sit up and respond, but as it was, Harry had decided to use him as a pillow as soon as he got back.
His pup had not been sleeping well lately and he refused to disturb his rest if he could help it.
Unfortunately, Harry hadn’t seemed to get that memo as he hummed a soft questioning noise.
“Hm?”
Remus shushed him.
“Lupin,” Snape practically snarled, “Black is passed out on the kitchen floor.”
The werewolf sighed.
“I’m aware, he got drunk again,” he gently petted Harry’s hair, “He couldn’t join me for tonight’s moon.”
Harry leaned into the touch, opening his eyes just a sliver to see the potions Professor.
“…Snape?” He mumbled.
Snape grimaced awkwardly, still standing in the doorway.
“His behavior is becoming,” Severus paused as though searching for an appropriate word, “concerning to say the least.”
The other man huffed at that humorlessly.
“Any life threatening injuries that need immediate attention?” He continued.
“Nope, just the usual horrible chest, back, body, everywhere, pain,” he cracked his neck looking back up at him, “oh and a sprained ankle.”
The man hummed in response, quickly moving to his bedside while pulling out potions from his heavy cloak pocket.
“Is there a reason for Mr. Potter's presence?” he slathered bruise balm over the worst of Remus’s bruises on his bare chest, being careful not to disturb the boy at his side.
At his name, Harry seemed to twitch.
“Harry’s apparently been in my bed all night,” the words were spoken softly, “the stress has been getting to him I think.”
“Pads was knocked out, I was alone and tired,” the aforementioned boy mumbled back into Remus’s arm, “I didn’t want you to be as well after a full moon.”
A gentle, quiet sort of smile graced the werewolf’s face.
“Thank you pup.”
Severus raised a brow at the small exchange.
“Charming,” he muttered.
He took out a different potion from his pocket. This one was blue and just a tad bit thicker in viscosity. Had Harry been a little more cognizant of his surroundings, he likely would have commented on the professor using Murtlap essence.
Severus gently massaged it into the scratches on Lupin’s arms and back. He took note of how deep they were in comparison to the previous moon.
With a mischievous smirk Remus quipped, “Would you like to join our spontaneous sleep over?”
He looked the man up and down, focusing on the slight trembling of his hands and the dark circles under his eyes.
“You look like you could use the sleep,” he softened considerably, “Did he use the cruciatus curse?”
“Lupin,” Severus spat in a scandalized manner.
Remus just raised a brow back.
“What? It’s not like Harry is unaware of your position, nor is he unaware of our,” he blushes, “relationship.”
Harry grumbled beside him.
“Even so,” Severus fumbled his words, “I highly doubt Mr. Potter would be okay sleeping in the same bed with me, whether you act as a buffer or not.”
The bewildered look in response to that was almost comical.
“Harry,” Remus twisted his head to look at the boy tucked beside him again, “would you mind if Severus slept with us tonight?”
Harry didn’t even look up, just raised his hand in a thumbs up.
Severus’s eyes narrowed but he sighed in acceptance.
“Fine,” he took out one final potion from his pocket, “drink, for the sprained ankle.”
“And about the sleepover?” Remus asked before downing the potion with a grimace.
“If it is truly fine with Mr. Potter,” the spy chanced a glance at the practically sleeping boy, “then I shall stay for the night, yes.”
He took off his cloak and shoes, lifting the blanket beside Lupin to squeeze in awkwardly beside him. The three of them shuffled together, moving and grumbling until each of them had a decent amount of space spread between them.
The faintest hint of light could be seen from under the black out curtains. It was early morning and not one of them had a decent night's rest. Still, it took them far too long to sleep.
“I had not expected Mr. Potter to be so okay with our arrangement,” Severus whispered besides Lupin.
Remus hummed, “Harry’s usually quite good at this kind of thing, he adapts quickly at the very least.”
“He was not upset at you and Black’s separation?” He questioned, “He must have at least had some judgment upon learning that I was your next choice.”
He stifled some laughter, “When I discussed the topic with him he joked that I had a type.”
He turned to look at Severus, “As though you and Sirius are that similar.”
Severus scanned the man to see if he was pulling his leg.
“Truly?” he huffed with a roll of his eyes, “Quite the nerve of that boy. As though we are anything alike.”
The two ignored Harry as he seemed to get an onset attack of the giggles. The sleep deprivation must be making him delusional. It must be making everyone in this house delusional.
