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Severus rolls a joint after a long day while Remus watches him with curious eyes because he's never seen anyone roll until now.

While high, Severus teaches him, and they meet up regularly to share those moments until Sirius walks in on them (snorts), blowing smoke in each other's faces, sharing some jokes, their uniforms and hair messy...

And his mind goes blank for a hot second. Remus has always looked attractive, what's new? His nerdiness and skinny body were just too good not to resist. But Snivellus??

That carefree, "fuck it we ball" energy is something that changes how Severus looks completely. He didn't scowl, he didn't sneer. Severus has a lazy smile on his face, his legs are lazily lying across Remus' lap, and his hair is tied back.

One side of Sirius' mind fills itself with "two at the same time" while the other screams at him, "PISS OFF! As if we'd do Snivellus! Remus we can take, but the greasy git? You're joking"

The dominant side of his brain wins, and in a few weeks,, he's waking up with one green and silver tie under his pillow and creaking joints, while Remus is trying his hardest not to seem too merry about his life.

Meanwhile, Severus is hunched over a toilet seat and throwing up into it while a red and gold tie rests right by his knees. Just thinking about the stupid things he must've done makes him sick - but it wasn't as bad as the thought of one of his roommates finding out.

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Sweeeet smoke... (Snirius/Snack + Wolfstar & Snupin mention)

"Stay still, and we might wrap this up faster," Snape hissed, his slender fingers trying to fix Sirius' disheveled tie.

The Gryffindor chewed absently on his lollipop, tilting his chin up to give the Slytherin space to work. Since that reckless stunt he and James had pulled, half of Gryffindor Tower had come down with a nasty fever. Snape was stuck looking after James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus, while Madame Pomfrey had seized on the opportunity to help them sort out their issues. The only ones left who could converse without wanting to throw punches were Snape and Remus.

Sirius scrunched his nose at the mental image that popped into his head: Moony, his Moony, nuzzling Snivellus' lap, a joint hanging lazily between his lips. An indirect kiss…shared by them both.

Slowly, Sirius lowered his chin, now only inches away from Snape, the shadows of the alcove shielding them from prying eyes. Snape glanced up, curious about the sudden change in Sirius’ demeanor, only to find him glaring, scrutinizing his features. His breath came in heavy bursts as he reached out, grabbing Snape's chin tightly and shaking his head from side to side.

"Why's he paying so much attention to you?" Sirius whined. "You aren’t even that good-looking..." His voice trailed off, watching the familiar sneer creep across Snape's face. Sirius' heart raced, and he felt his breath hitch.

The memory of Snape's tie...something he’d only just noticed a few days ago under his pillow. Snape's scent still lingered, along with the marks he’d left behind—scratches and bites tearing into his skin. He remembered the feeling of greasy hair slipping between his fingers, that ugly large nose pressing against his neck, thin lips parting to let out sweet-smelling smoke roll against his skin.

Crusty, rough lips, purposely making Sirius shudder in disgust while familiar calloused, scarred hands undid buttons keeping his blouse together.

"Let go of me," Snape snapped, wrenching himself free and leaving Sirius with only a fleeting glimpse of warm, pink skin. Sirius watched as the Slytherin slipped away, his fingertips lingering with the heat left behind.

Damn it.

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1st part, 2nd part

What was Remus thinking? Getting high with a Slytherin? Kissing his best friend? Hooking up with said Slytherin? He must've been losing his mind. Maybe counseling wasn't all that bad, and truthfully, he might've really needed it because this was just ridiculous.

He woke up two days after that faithful evening in a cold sweat, heaving and huffing like he had during that event. He clawed for his pants, hopped into them, and made his way out of the room without checking if everyone was still sleeping. Sirius met him downstairs on the sofa with a lit cigarette and positioned between his index and middle finger.

They stared at each other for a long, hot minute before breaking that contact and clearing their throats. Beautiful night it was, with even more beautiful weather. The common room was looking extra cozy now! Normal stuff. Boring conversation. Unresolved tension that wasn't just heated.

Neither of them could quite muster a word for ten minutes. So, for ten minutes, they sat in silence. Though, thankfully, it didn't remain that way. Sirius spoke up, slyly asking about how he felt now that he "fondled" the enemy.

Remus didn't appreciate the word fondle and stormed back upstairs while Sirius snickered, acting as if he hadn't also "fondled" the enemy. "Don't tell James!" He'd called out as Remus' back trudged up the small staircase.

As if any of them would be able to tell James. Tell James what? That they messed around with Snivellus? Yeah, no.

Death looked better than whatever outcome could be expected from Potter.

So, he returned to bed, couldn't bother sleeping (but ohhh, Sirius could). He crawled out of bed grumpy and sour-faced while Sirius stretched his arms over his stupidly beautiful head and smirked at him. Prick.

It was an awkward day of secrectly following behind Severus and trying to get his dour eyes to land onto his tall, lanky figure. At one point, the Slytherin whispered "overgrown stickbug" loud enough for Remus to feel offended, promoting him to stop the search for attention. For now.