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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Regulus_Black/Severus_Snape, Regulus_Black/Sirius_Black
  Character:
      Regulus_Black, Severus_Snape, Sirius_Black
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Blindfolds, Jealousy
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-12-27 Words: 5127
****** Sisyphus ******
by floweringjudas_(manipulant)
Summary
     Sirius loves Regulus loves Severus loves Regulus loves Sirius.
Every time Severus fucks him, Regulus thinks, it's as if the other boy still
considers him a virgin.
Regulus doesn't mind at all. It's rather nice, he muses, twisting his fingers
tighter in the serpentine design that curls through all the Slytherin dormitory
headboards - nice that someone considers him something delicate, something
precious. And Severus obviously does: the careful touches to his jaw, his ribs,
his hips; the painstaking preparation to ease the way for Snape's slim-tipped
cock; the tightening of the older boy's jaw as he tries to hold on to let
Regulus come first are all signs of Snape's caring. Each time is equally
thoughtful, and Regulus finds a certain comfort in being primed, instructed in
this way.
Severus's thin lips stretch over the still-developing girth of Regulus's dick,
little more than a perfunctory introduction to the joys of oral sex. Snape
splays the boy out on his bed, arranges pale limbs on dark sheets and kisses
over shoulderblades, ridges of spine, hollow dimples above the swells of his
arse. Regulus gasps and mewls as Snape's tongue slides down his crack, over his
hole, and inside; and before he comes, he wonders what would happen if Mother
could see this. A pretty, pure Black arse in the air for Eileen Prince's
progeny to mark as his own.
(If Regulus is honest with himself, it's not Mother he thinks of first.)
(Fortunately, Regulus is rarely honest with anyone.)
Severus's eyes track him in the Common Room in the evenings, through Regulus's
revision and Exploding Snap with Barty and Rabastan, through his jokes with
Narcissa and Wilkes. Late at night, when they're the last two awake in a House
of insomniacs, Regulus gives Snape a dilute grey shadow of a smile and comes to
sit beside him. Rests his cheek on a bony shoulder. Grants unspoken permission
with the touch.
And then Severus kisses him as if he's starved for it, hands suddenly tight and
twining in Regulus's robes at his back. Teeth clack against his own, and
Severus's robes always smell of potions and the forest, and he's always warm
against Regulus, their shared body heat pushing away the cold of the dungeons,
leaving Regulus flushed and trembling and whining to the older boy of how he
wants. His cheeks pinpricking red, Regulus shivers, fists his own hands in limp
baby-fine hair as Snape's tongue pushes past his lips, flicks over his teeth
and palate. Severus's hand shakes as it comes to cup the back of Regulus's
head, and the quick bursts of breath on Regulus's cheek are hot, and he
squeezes his lips and his eyes shut tight as Snape hauls him closer and bites
wet kisses in a trail down his neck
If he's honest (which he isn't), Regulus will admit that this is what made him
coax the older boy, his prefect, back to his bed, this sometimes-wild barely-
restrained desire. The way Severus's pupils dilate when Regulus smirks at him
from across the Common Room/dinner table; the way Snape will press an invisible
hand against Regulus's crotch in the hallways when they pass each other; the
way they hitch and writhe together behind suits of armor, two feet away and
hidden from where students are walking by.
The way other students - even ones as far away as the Gryffindor dinner table -
cast swift, glittering glances at the purple-red bitemark on Regulus's neck,
the one he isn't even bothering to hide.
 
                                      ***
 
The Slytherin Common Room, in the evening - Regulus is bored and frustrated.
Severus hasn't so much as looked at him for the past four days and he's
beginning to get antsy. He's not used to being ignored.
There must have been a run-in with Potter and Sirius, Regulus muses, because
the only time Severus ever kept him at arm's length for so long was after that
scene by the lake last year, the one where Evans had to intervene. ...It stung
then, it still stings him to think that Severus may yet distrust him, think him
anything like the brother he used to have. Sometimes - rarely, now - Regulus
catches Severus watching him carefully, almost warily, as if he expects Regulus
to shed his skin and turn into some other creature altogether.
I'm not my brother, Regulus thinks fiercely, and clamps down on childhood
memories of laughter and daring and tears. I'm NOT.
He sets down the book he's been pretending to read, gives a few curious second-
years a freezing look. The snakepit isn't a place where open displays of
affection are at all the norm, but Regulus has had enough, and he walks the
length of the room silently. Stops at the sofa that's been the especial
property of Severus Snape for two years now, and waits until Severus looks up
from his essay before smiling nervously. Regulus settles down on the sofa
beside him, cheek on the tip of his shoulder, fingers resting lightly on
Snape's thigh.
There is a pause. The room is watching.
Severus raises an eyebrow at him and shifts - he transfers his book and
parchment to the other side of his lap, and lifts his arm, sliding it along the
back of the sofa, curling it around the other boy in a gesture inherently
possessive. Regulus beams and settles closer, and Snape's features seem more
relaxed as he continues to scribble. The rest of the students go back to their
studies.
 
                                      ***
 
Two a.m. on a Wednesday morning, and Severus has finished the appropriate
rounds of cleaning charms, ignoring Regulus's shag-drunk appeal to him not to
clean up right away, he liked the feeling of Snape's come in him, mmm. There is
a ghost of an incredulous smile on his lips, and Regulus (who has both eyes
cracked open) is proud to have put it there. Stowing his wand in the drawer of
his bedside table, Snape turns and checks Regulus over for bruises or
unhappiness, eyes and a hand roaming over his neck and shoulders. Regulus
submits, exhaling and tilting his chin helpfully. "You're lovely," he murmurs,
stretching both arms above his head, back and shoulders cracking.
Severus frowns at the small pops, and rubs the skin at the base of Regulus'
neck. "I'm not," he responds tersely. "Don't slouch during lessons."
"Keep me here during lessons and I won't slouch," Regulus counters easily,
craning up for another kiss. Snape rolls his eyes, but does kiss him briefly.
Long enough to slide both hands innocuously down Regulus's arms.
A moment later, Regulus squawks as his arms are tugged above his head again and
bound to the headboard by a spell. Smirking, Severus enjoys the petulant look
the younger boy gives him and runs his hands over soft pale skin, counting down
Regulus's ribs, a fingertip dipping into his navel. When Snape shifts and
straddles his hips a moment later, Regulus tsks and tries not to look too
interested or young. Severus curls down, fingertips finding and ghosting over
tightening nipples as he applies lips to the thin shell of Regulus’s ear, and
he closes his eyes, satisfied, at the other boy’s gasp. "Keep you here, like
this?" he asks.
"If you like," Regulus agrees, breath hitching again as Snape’s blunt nails
scratch lightly over his shoulders. The smirk Severus gives him as he pulls
away is a bit frightening, and lightheaded with nervous anticipation, Regulus
bucks underneath him, testing the strength of the spell, wincing when it
doesn’t give.
"Shh." Snape stills him with a hand splayed on his thin chest, and tilts his
head as Regulus’s prick gives an interested little twitch underneath him. "You
like this," he says, dark eyes going darker in the glittering candlelight above
the bed, and he rocks his hips teasingly, smirking as he watches a shiver go
through the boy underneath him.
Swallowing, Regulus nods, eyes wide.
"Of course you like this," Severus murmurs a second later, and leans forward to
rest on his elbows. Regulus’s first thought is that Snape is going to kiss him,
and he closes his eyes accordingly, but a soft hiss of fabric to his left, and
the immediate sensation of silk against his cheeks startles Regulus into
opening his eyes again.
The world is still black.
"...Severus?" he asks, worried and suddenly the unhappy version of scared, but
the older boy doesn’t answer right away. Regulus can feel hands lifting the
back of his head off the pillow, and is relieved that Snape at least isn’t
tying any of his hair into the knot being formed by long fingers. It must be
one of their school ties - there’s a small sliver of light down near his nose,
and he tilts his head up, trying to get Severus into his thin line of vision,
but then there’s a soft tsk and Snape - damn him - readjusts the material to
block out even that much. "Sna-ape," Regulus whines, jumpy as something - it
must be Severus’s hair - brushes against his jaw.
"Quiet," Severus orders, and Regulus huffs, even though his toes curl at the
feel of hot breath against his cheek. A pregnant, silent moment between them,
and Regulus tilts his chin, frowning a little. "...You look..." Snape begins
somewhere above him and to his right, but he trails off and a handful of
seconds later there are lips, wet and unexpected and shockingly good, against
the cord of Regulus’s neck.
"Oh," Regulus breathes, feeling as if for the first time the rasp of Snape’s
tongue on his skin, the slick sharp of his teeth. He whimpers as the mouth is
removed, gasps as seconds later Snape kisses him again, this time in the crook
of one elbow, and next in the small hollow behind his ear. "Oh," he says again,
as careful hands make their way across his chest, down to his hips. He’s more
conscious than ever before of the tight heat prickling just underneath his
skin, of how Snape’s half-hard cock is rubbing maddeningly gently against his
own. The air around them is close and damp and smelling of sex, and oh fuck,
Snape’s sucking at his nipple, and the noises they’re making together are
enough to get Regulus hard again, get him arching off the mattress, getting
more friction against his cock and -
a whispered spell, one that Regulus knows well after two months of constant
fucking, and he stills and tilts his head, confused by the absence of
lubrication, sensation in its wake. "...Severus?" he whispers, just before lips
clamp over his own. One hand tightens on his wrists, skinny thighs press around
his hips, and Snape squeezes him, snakelike, in several places at once as he
lowers himself slowly down.
 
                                      ***
 
One week after the night, and they're still a bit drugged from the effects -
Regulus beams and nestles more than is at all proper, and Snape lets him more
often than not. Bellatrix and Severus sneer at each other from across the
Common Room in the evenings; Regulus, stuck between them, has treacherous
recollections of his cousin getting her hair pulled by his brother, and can't
help but feel braver for the memories.
They're snogging lazily in a long-empty Charms classroom before dinner in the
Great Hall - there's a Slug Club gathering in Slughorn's quarters for afters,
and Regulus has been invited, and Severus hasn't. Despite how his jaw still
tightens at the ignominy (there aren't many Slytherins who don't merit
invitations), Snape has insisted that Regulus go, and report to him after.
Regulus is still trying to change Severus's mind, hence the overstated writhing
in his lap on the professor's desk, the encouraging noises in the back of his
throat, the fingers fisting tightly in Snape's hair.
Mid-kiss, Severus pulls back to look at the clock over Regulus's shoulder. He
frowns. "...Oh, don't," Regulus says preemptively, pulling him back in
greedily, kissing at turned-down lips. "Let's just stay." He gives Snape a
heavy-lidded smirk and tilts his chin, voice dropping to an affected whisper
that he knows the other boy likes. "Why would I want to eat potatoes or, ugh,
candied pineapple when I could eat y - "
"Odd, that such a pretty mouth could say such whorish things," Snape
interrupts, giving Regulus an amused look, tracing a fingertip over that mouth
lightly. Regulus pouts and grinds down onto his lap, and ha, he knew Severus
would be hard - "Regulus. Dinner. We're leaving now."
Regulus huffs and pulls his arms away, folding them over his chest. "I'm not
hungry," he says, ever the brat prince of Slytherin House, and Severus keeps
looking so amused at him that he hauls off and smacks the other boy's thigh.
When Snape's only response is the lift of a thin eyebrow, Regulus squawks and
does it again. Snape snorts.
"You hit like a girl," he mutters, and puts his hands firmly on Regulus's hips,
moving him off his lap enough to slide off the desk. Regulus wriggles with
anger, and glowers.
"You fuck like a girl," he counters, before he can think. Snape's back
stiffens, and Regulus feels the anger and the heat in his face drain quickly
away, replaced by pale anxiety.
Severus turns, looming over him, looking down his nose at the boy. "Do I?" he
asks, expression cool and a bit menacing.
"No," Regulus quickly amends, breath hitching as Severus puts both hands on his
thighs, sliding them up. "No, you don't."
"Good." Snape's thumbs trace along the inside seam of Regulus's trousers, and
unconsciously, Regulus opens his legs a little wider. "We both have free
periods tomorrow. Meet me here, after lunch."
Relieved, shiveringly aroused, Regulus nods. "All right." He tilts his chin up
for a kiss, a silent request Severus willingly fulfills. Neither boy notices
how the lecture room door swings open and closed.
 
Outside, in the hallway, Sirius Black appears from underneath his best friend's
purloined Invisibility Cloak and wishes, for the sake of his own appetite, he'd
never followed his brother and Snape into the classroom. Still firmly convinced
that the greasy hook-nosed bastard is using Regulus for something, Sirius
scowls as he stomps down the hallway towards the Great Hall, already plotting.
He'll have to skive off another History of Magic lesson, but it'll be worth it
if it keeps his stupid baby brother safe.
 
                                      ***
 
Nervous of keeping Severus waiting, Regulus comes to the Charms classroom ten
minutes before they're supposed to meet. The hallway is mercifully silent;
Regulus is privately grateful that Ravenclaw and Slytherin Houses both have
their free periods at the same times this term. He steals into the classroom
easily enough (Severus taught him how to undo the school's mediocre locking
charms) and hops onto dust-covered desk at the head of the room, and kicks his
heels lightly against the front of the desk.
Hogwarts is rarely silent, especially in the dungeons, and the absence of noise
around Regulus is a bit unnerving. He glances around the room, gaze focusing on
shadows and corners, seeking out potential dangers in cobwebbed bookshelves and
desks. There seems to be none, and he relaxes minutely, and traces his name
into the thick layer of dust on the desk upon which he's sitting.
...Fifteen minutes later, when Severus still hasn't arrived, Regulus is
criminally bored and has taken to wandering around the aisles of desks,
inspecting their surfaces, sniffing at the dates etched into the wood by former
generations of students. It's something loony loopy Lupin might find
interesting, perhaps, but he doesn't.
Once more around the room, and Regulus has seen everything and is annoyed. He
sulks and kicks the front of the teacher's desk, again, and glares at the clock
(Severus has never been late before). He allows himself a small moment of alarm
before he remembers that, of all Hogwarts students, none of them knows better
how to protect himself than Severus Snape.
Keeping that thought in his mind, Regulus watches motes of dust catch the
sunlight streaming in through the windows, and has an Idea. He smirks to
himself as he loosens his tie and begins to undo his shirt buttons.
 
                                      ***
 
Five minutes late, Severus hurries down the hall, already frowning as he tries
to anticipate how much hell he'll catch for keeping Regulus waiting. Thus
preoccupied, he's caught entirely off-guard by the Impedimenta thrown at his
back, not three doors away from the classroom where Regulus is. Before he can
shout, another spell steals his voice, and before he can crawl to cover,
another hex has him immobilised.
A moment later, he's turned onto his back, confronted with the all-too-familiar
face of his attacker.
Sirius breaks into a grin. "Hello, Snivellus."
 
                                      ***
 
It took him two minutes to dust off a chair enough to be able to fold his
clothes onto it, and Regulus wishes he knew where the Hogwarts house elves
lived, so he could give them a bollocking about not doing their jobs properly.
He managed to remember a cleaning spell for the teacher's desk, and now the
surface of it shines, and he's unafraid of hopping onto it enough to finish
taking off his socks. He sets them gingerly on top of the tidy pile of clothing
on the chair, and shivers as a draught wisps across his bare skin, and grins a
little as he picks his necktie up off the desk, tugging the knot completely
loose.
Crossing his legs, Regulus stretches the material comfortably across his eyes,
and fumbles a little as he struggles to tie a strong-enough knot at the back of
his head. He winces as a few strands of hair are pulled in it, but after a few
seconds of re-arranging, that's sorted, and -
There's a small snick as the door opens, and Regulus automatically turns his
head towards it, even though he can't see a thing. He breaks into a relieved
smile, but stays where he is, and even props back on his elbows to put more of
himself on display. He can hear footsteps and the faint rustle of robes, and a
small, gratifying gasp.
"About time you got here," he says, not managing severity, though he does
manage a pout. "I did wonder if I'd have to start without you." He jogs one
foot idly, waits for Snape to voice either approval or censure.
When there's only silence for a long moment, Regulus can feel the anxiety
beginning to tighten in his belly. "...Severus?" he asks, forehead creasing in
worry as he sits up. "Do you not like it? I can..." he reaches up his hands to
the back of his head, towards the knot, to undo it -
"...Don't," a voice hisses abruptly, only a few feet away, startling him.
"Please, leave it." Hesitating, relieved, Regulus obeys and rests his hands on
the desktop.
"You do like it, then," he says, hopeful, and tilts his head in the direction
of the voice. A second later, he jumps as fingertips touch, feather-light, to
the line of his jaw, dragging along slowly. Sucking in a heavy breath, Regulus
curls his fingers over the edge of the desk, and wets his lips quickly. "You
do?"
"Yes," he breathes, mouth close to Regulus's ear, and the sudden brush of robes
against the skin of his thigh is enough to make Regulus shiver. The fingertips
touching his jaw trace up his chin, and a thumb slips over his bottom lip,
pressing down in the middle. Regulus takes the hint and sucks Severus's thumb
into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue along the pad, smirking a little
as he causes another gasp. Fingers are suddenly on his arm, closing gently, and
Regulus concentrates on the warmth of Severus's hand on him. Concentrates on
callouses he's never really noticed before, how they rub rough against his
skin. Smiling, Regulus tugs the thumb out of his mouth and reaches to kiss each
fingertip of the hand in his.
"Since when have you bit your nails?" he asks, gently chiding, as the other boy
draws nearer and slides arms around him. His robes smell of woodsmoke and the
vanilla of pipe tobacco, and Regulus buries his face in them and inhales,
feeling something in his chest unwind at the comforting familiarity of it (his
father had a pipe, when he was small). Instead of a verbal reply, Regulus
receives a kiss on the top of his head, and he smiles into the fabric, and
slides a hand between them, trying to find the buttons to Severus's trousers.
Another quick inhale - "Don't," a breath huffs into his hair, and Regulus makes
a discontented noise but lets his hand fall, allowing the other boy to keep
control over the situation. For the moment, anyway.
"Well, you didn't have me meet you here just to cuddle me, did you?" he mutters
acidly, hands sliding up Snape's arms to his shoulders, moving into his hair.
At the other boy's snort, Regulus smirks and tugs him down, using both hands,
and he accidentally bumps his nose against Severus's cheek and giggles. A quick
shift of muscle - apparently Snape is smiling at the giggle - and Regulus gasps
at a tightening in his own chest and quickly presses their lips together. The
other boy tenses, but Regulus holds on and shifts closer, squeezing in tighter.
He's halfway on Severus's lap before Snape begins to kiss back.
...oh, it's - Regulus shudders and tightens his grip in Snape's hair, because
they've never kissed this way before and it's good. Feverish, desperate, and
good as Severus hauls him in closer, hands roaming over his bare back, over the
knobs of his spine and the curling shells of his ears and his cheeks. The
tongue in his mouth isn't careful or hesitant at all, and it tastes of
butterbeer and something bitter (mint leaves? cigarettes?), and it slicks in
beside Regulus's, over the line of his teeth. Insistent, Snape cups the back of
Regulus's neck and holds him there while he kisses him roughly, thoroughly, and
Regulus whines in the back of his throat, clutching at the collar of Severus's
robes as he tries to hang on.
Regulus shivers as Snape sucks hard on his bottom lip, and arches as one hand
slides down to grab a steadying handful of his arse, and mewls as Severus
leaves off attacking his mouth and begins to kiss and bite (ohgod) his way down
his neck. His lips are tingling, and the knotted necktie around his eyes has
got tighter in the struggle of the kiss, and he's more than a bit lightheaded
as he feels Snape stop at the base of his neck and close his mouth around a
patch of skin and lick. "Fuck me," he breathes, toes curling as his head tips
back (the suction to his skin means he'll have another bruise to show off
tomorrow morning). He never thought it'd feel so good to be taken.
A small, almost puppyish whine and Regulus can hear - he's surprised at
everything he's hearing this time - he can hear the sound of a belt buckle
being unfastened, the small pop of buttons that could be a shirt or his
trousers. Then Severus is lowering him back down onto the professor's table,
and sniggering softly at the yelp Regulus gives - he can't help it, the desk is
cold on his skin - and Accioing Regulus's shirt to put underneath his head for
a pillow. Regulus impatiently reaches for him, and manages to grab the open
plackets of his trousers and pull him forward, and slides hands up his sides,
somehow missing the prominence of his ribs in their haste. "Up," Snape orders,
smacking one thigh as he crawls onto the table as well, and Regulus immediately
obeys, ankles hooking around Severus's waist. He's almost immediately warmer as
Snape's robes fall down around them both, and then Snape hisses a new spell,
one that leaves him wetter but not much looser, and then there's the scrape of
trouser buttons against the backs of his thighs, and then there's the blunt
head of Severus's cock against his hole, hot and almost too big and inside.
"...shit," Snape chokes as he works further in, rocking his hips gently for a
few seconds, then letting the momentum of the small movement turn bigger,
harder, faster. Regulus is torn between shuddering and trying to keep still -
usually Severus gives him a moment to get accustomed to the intrusion, but not
now, he's being fucked before he's ready and the dull ache of it, the gasping
thrill, is somehow better and more than what he's used to. He quakes as Severus
gets an angle just right, and he gurgles a half-sob as he tightens and loosens
the muscles of his thighs in time with Snape's thrusts. Severus's hands are
curled around his shoulders to keep him from being fucked off the end of the
table, and he's got a tight hold on the front of Snape's robes, and Snape's
hair is falling onto his cheek, across his nose. Severus's breathing is loud
and uneven in his ear as they work desperately, finally finding a rhythm that
works and taking off with it, using and being used. It's this that he'd missed,
he'd wanted this when he tricked Severus into his bed that first night: the
feeling of belonging with and not just to someone - why couldn't they always be
like this?
"Muscle exhaustion?" Severus supplies tightly, managing a hiss as he pistons
his cock in and out of Regulus almost frantically, and it takes Regulus a
moment to catch on before he realises he must have said that last thought out
loud. He'd laugh if he could, but the force of Snape's thighs hitting his own
has knocked the wind out of him, and three seconds later he's gasping and
tensing and twisting the fabric of Severus's robes in his hands as he comes all
over both of them, his arse clamping down tight on Snape's prick, if the small
groan is any indication. Regulus whimpers and shivers at a powerful aftershock
as Severus thrusts in again, and then there's a small hitch of Snape's hips and
a burst of heat and wet inside as Severus comes silently, trembling, slowing to
a halt and not daring to move.
Exhausted, Regulus lets his head fall back against his shirt and expels a long
breath. He winces and unhooks his ankles, letting his burning thighs rest on
the table. "...That was so good," he breathes, moving a hand up across
Severus's sweaty temple, into his hair. A damp forehead is suddenly resting
lightly on his shoulder, and Regulus tries to get his breath back, a little
concerned at how Snape's chest keeps hitching and juddering against his own.
"Hmm?"
A tiny nod. "It was."
Eyes closing contentedly (though he still has the blindfold on; he'll have to
remove it in a minute, he supposes), Regulus sighs. "Mm." He considers, and
lets himself continue, feeling braver than usual. "Oh, I do love you."
He can feel the muscles in Snape's back tensing, and is suddenly terrified that
he's misjudged the situation and made a critical mistake. Just as he's about to
apologise, though, Regulus's heightened sense of hearing manages to catch, in
the tiniest whisper possible, an "I love you too."
The kiss he's given then, a curiously reverent application of hands and lips,
is enough to make him believe Severus is telling the truth - the presence of
tenderness that finally speaks more of care than fear. Suddenly shaken by the
power of his reaction, Regulus clings and kisses back, the silk of his necktie
growing wetter from a few tears. He shudders and has to pull the other boy down
and into a prolonged embrace, feeling more settled and hopeful and whole than
he has in months - ever since the past summer, ever since his family was torn
away.
Once he's stopped shivering, Regulus sighs and lets Severus go through a small
litany of cleaning spells, and has to kiss him again as they sit up. "Yours,"
he breathes against Snape's lips, and is a little surprised when his
declaration gets no answer.
"...I'm late. Professor, erm, Slughorn will be waiting," Snape mutters, little
more than a whisper still. Before he can ask what he's done wrong, Regulus
feels Severus slide off the desk, hears him walk towards the door. Hears the
gentle snick of the door closing behind him.
A few minutes later, when he's finally managed to get the bloody tie off and
dress himself again, Regulus is determined to spend the rest of the years at
Hogwarts making sure Severus knows what he said was true. Regulus loves him,
and is his. ...And is loved in return.
 
                                      ***
 
Sirius paces in the unused girls' bathroom, in front of the open stall where a
still-immobile Severus Snape is propped against the partition, glaring
hatefully at him.
...He's been pacing for the last five minutes, hair mussed and eyes wild as he
tries to come to some internal understanding.
Finally, he releases the silencing hex on Snape's voice, and is immediately
treated to a minute-long thread of obscenities and insults involving him, his
hair, his mother, the legitimacy of his birth and heritage, and the possibility
of his having been raised by house elves.
"...Of course you realise I'll be reporting this to the Headmaster," Snape
sneers, which isn't very intelligent of him considering he still can't move.
"Hard telling what you've done to your poor brother, but rest assured, Black,
that you will not be getting away with it, not without your precious Potter to
save - "
Suddenly, Sirius smiles as his pathway is made clear. "Shut up, Snivelly," he
says cheerfully, making his way into the stall, looming over Snape with his
wandpoint pressed like a promise into his chest. Severus scowls, but closes his
mouth. "I am going to get away with this, actually. Because you're not going to
tell anyone - especially Regulus - what happened."
Severus raises an unamused eyebrow, and rolls his eyes. "Oh, fascinating. Shall
I chalk up this new idea solely to your overinflated ego, or have you managed
to sustain extensive brain damage since we last spoke?"
"Snivella, there is only one part of me that is overinflated and it is
emphatically not my ego," Sirius drawls, beginning to grin oddly. The manic
glint in his eyes is making them glitter strangely in the fluorescent bathroom
light, and for the first time in his life, Severus is actually a little afraid
of the blustering git in front of him. "No, you're not going to tell anyone,
because you still haven't found out where it is Lupin goes each month, have
you, Snape?" He smirks, eyes dark, lips dark and red and swollen. "You're not
going to tell anyone, because I'm going to tell you."
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