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“Have you heard? Snape is having an affair!”
Severus stopped short in the hallway, listening in to the hushed conversation taking place somewhere close by.
“An affair? Can’t be. He’d need a partner for that”
“No, no. He IS the affair. Apparently he’s sleeping with Malfoy’s mum. Maybe Malfoy is actually his?”
It took some effort to stop himself from snorting at that, the thought of him with Narcissa was just plain ridiculous. He was about to turn to continue on his way to his quarters, when another student spoke up.
“I thought he was sleeping with Malfoy’s father? Gran mentioned something about them seeming oddly familiar with each other. Besides, Draco is bascially a carbon copy of Lucius, no fucking way that those two aren’t related.”
“Maybe he’s sleeping with both of them? And neither knows about the other?”
“But he can’t be fucking Malfoy Sr. He is in Azkaban and Snape definitely got laid recently. Ben said he was sporting a love bite in Potions the other day.”
Cursing himself, Snape righted the neck of his robes again and thought about walking towards those little fools and scaring the rumours right out of them. But it would seem like he was hiding something and none of them actually broke any school rules, gossiping about the teachers.
“Maybe he just found a way for his wand to recreate a blowjob”
Snickering was heard from the group and Severus decided to leave them be. None of the rumours were actually dangerous to him — or all that close to the truth — and he had more important things to see to. Namely the reason for his, somewhat faded but still very much visible, love bites.
While Severus could have easily healed the marks, he hadn’t felt all that inclined to. For some reason, he liked seeing the marks on his too pale skin when getting ready for bed at night. Thinking back on it, Severus could have guessed that Remus would mark him up — it’s the wolf in him, he had explained — but at the time it had come at somewhat of a surprise. Not that Severus had minded all that much.
Luckily for him it was Wednesday night, and Harry had already informed him he wouldn’t be visiting after the Defence Association meeting.
Remus was already looking over his books when Severus entered his living room. Without much preamble, Severus turned him around and walked him the few steps back until his back hit the shelves, capturing his lips with his own.
The day had been a clusterfuck of stress, tests of his self control and annoying students; Severus dearly needed the relief and he had no patience for their normal time consuming dance; not that Remus was complaining. On the contrary, he met Severus’ demanding kiss eagerly and pulled the Potions Master even closer. Within moments, Severus forgot all about the work, the war and the students with their stupid rumours; losing himself in the sensation that was Remus Lupin.