Halrloprillalar   prillalar@gmail.com   http://prillalar.com/

August 1, 2004

RATING: R.

FANDOM/SPOILERS: Harry Potter. Books and movies.

SUMMARY: Snape/Lupin. Bog standard love potion fic.

DISTRIBUTION: Archive anywhere. Email forwarding allowed.

DISCLAIMER: Rowling, not me.


PLAN B
by Halrloprillalar - prillalar@gmail.com

"What are you doing in my rooms?" Snape hissed at Lupin.

"I came to find you," Lupin said. "I needed my potion. The full
moon is in two days."

"I left a gobletful on your desk," Snape said. "I suggest you go
and drink it."

"That's all right. I've just had some." Lupin waved the half-empty
flask in his hand. "It was right here beside the cauldron.

A sick feeling came over Snape. "Lupin, you fool," he said. "That
flask did not contain your potion."

"Oh," Lupin said, holding up the flask and peering at it. "I
thought it tasted odd. What was it?"

"I confiscated it from a student this afternoon." Snape gave Lupin
an icy smile. "It is a love potion."

Lupin blanched. "But ... a student ... too difficult, surely. It
won't work." He sniffed at the flask. "Will it?"

"Ordinarily, I would agree," Snape said. "But the student was Miss
Granger."

"This is bad." Lupin set down the flask. "What should we do?"

"We? I was not the imbecile who drank an unlabeled potion. I
believe this is your problem."

"You can't just ignore this! We don't even know what type of love
potion it is! This could be disastrous." Lupin pulled at the collar
of his robes. "Why do you keep it so hot in here?"

Oh damn. "Close your eyes," Snape said. "Right now."

"Why?" Lupin glared at Snape. "So you can run off and leave me all
alone?"

"Shut them! Now!"

"Very well," Lupin said and closed his eyes. "Are you going to play
a game with me, Severus? You can blindfold me if you like." He
pulled at his robes again, fumbling with the fastenings at the
neck.

Oh damn and damn and damn again. Snape went to the door and put
three different locking spells on it. Then he warded the fireplace
and did a sound-dampening spell. And an anti-opacity spell. And an
antacid charm. And turned around to find Lupin right smack behind
him, red in the face and rumpled about the clothing.

"What about the game, Severus?" Lupin said and flung himself onto
Snape.

Snape tried to dodge, but he took a hearty smack on the ear before
he could disengage himself. He held Lupin's arms to his sides and
tried to think what he should do. He had to restrain Lupin somehow
until he could test the potion and administer an antidote.

"Did you want to tie me up?" Lupin said. "That might be fun." He
ran his foot up Snape's calf and Snape shuddered.

"Get hold of yourself, man," Snape said. "You're under the
influence of a love potion, remember? You just think you're in love
with me."

"Oh, I'm not in love with you," Lupin said. "I just really want to
fuck you."

Gooseflesh pricked up on Snape's skin and he shuddered again. "Can
you control yourself long enough for me to make you an antidote?
Use your brain, Lupin, not your libido."

"You mean to say you're not really stunningly handsome and brimming
with sex appeal?" Lupin said. "I only want to tear your robes off
and ravish you because of the potion?"

"Can you just sit down and keep your mouth shut and your hands to
yourself for twenty minutes? Otherwise, I'll have to use Petrificus
Totalis on you." Snape shook Lupin, more to relieve his annoyance
than anything else. "Maybe I should use it anyhow."

"No, no," Lupin said. Perspiration was beading on his forehead.
"It's the potion, I know. I can sit and wait. Mind over matter,
that's all."

"You're sure?"

"Of course." Lupin smiled weakly. "I'm not a hormone-addled youth,
after all. I can control it."

Snape let Lupin go and watched him until he was sitting quietly in
the corner of the room, legs crossed and hands folded. Fine. Now to
test the potion. Snape went to his stores cupboard for some
indicator wick and a set of vials. Then he turned to take the
flask.

And there was Lupin again, rather wilder about the eyes and redder
about the face. Snape pulled out his wand -- this had gone quite
far enough. "Petri--" he said and then choked as Lupin poured the
rest of the potion into his mouth.

There really was no expletive strong enough for what Snape was
feeling at that moment, even if he had been able to speak. He
gagged and spat but Lupin had his hand tight over Snape's mouth and
in the end quite a lot of the potion got into Snape.

It was extremely nasty: thick and syrupy, tangy and musty, with an
aftertaste that reminded Snape of sprouts, his least favourite
vegetable. Snape wondered if he had got a full dose or not. He
clamped his eyes shut and waited to see if there was any sort of
reaction. So far nothing, except ... no, that was just Lupin
groping his backside. "Get away from me, you fool," Snape said and
tried to shove Lupin. He missed and there was a crash as something
-- the vials probably -- fell to the floor.

"Don't you want to play with me now?" Lupin said. His fingers
twisted into Snape's robes and his breath -- smelling of sprouts --
blew on Snape's face. Snape got his hands onto Lupin's chest and
pushed. This time it worked, but at the cost of more shattered
glass.

What on earth was Snape to do? He had to think of some way to
restrain Lupin and confine him, all with his eyes closed. Then he
had to see if there was enough of the potion left to test and
discover if an antidote could be devised, all without looking at
Lupin. Assuming that an antidote even existed, of course. There
were some potions that could not be countered.

This would be tricky, very tricky. He had to get his wand out and
cast the binding spell before Lupin realised what he was doing. And
he would have to let Lupin get close to him, so he wouldn't miss.
At least *that* wouldn't be a problem -- Lupin was currently
standing behind him, sucking on Snape's neck like some goddamned
vampire and pawing him again.

All right, he would turn, slowly, as though he wanted to hug Lupin,
and then, when he was sure Lupin was in front of him, hit him with
the body bind. Then he'd drag Lupin into the cupboard -- he could
reach that with his eyes closed and there should be room enough --
and shut him in. After that, he had only to find the cure and
administer it. It was a good plan.

Snape slowly pulled his wand out of his sleeve. Slowly, he turned
around, and heard a wet smack as Lupin's mouth detached from his
skin. Slowly, he reached out to make sure of where Lupin was. And
Lupin tackled him and they fell to the floor.

"Lupin, you utter bastard," Snape said. Lupin's eyes were gleaming
in a most disturbing way and he ran his tongue over his lips. And
then it hit Snape twice as hard as Lupin had: Snape's eyes were
open. So much for the plan.

Perhaps he hadn't got enough of the potion anyhow. Perhaps he
wouldn't experience any lustful feelings. Perhaps he was completely
immune to Lupin's melting eyes and luscious mouth and the man-hard
weight of his body on Snape's.

Or perhaps not.

Snape struggled with himself, trying to push those feelings away,
to get hold of himself, to make his body obey his brain. But it was
impossible to struggle with himself and Lupin too. And he found he
no longer wanted to.

He put his arms around Lupin and kissed him with such force their
teeth cracked together. Lupin licked at Snape's tongue and bit his
lips. There was a faint flavour of sprouts, but it was delicious,
the best thing Snape had ever tasted.

They rolled on the floor, over and over and back to thud against
the table in the middle of the room. There was another crash, but
it didn't matter. All that mattered was getting out of their robes
and into each other: touching, sucking, clawing, writhing, fucking,
fucking, fucking.

It was nearly midnight when Lupin stared at Snape and pulled back.
Snape reached for him, they weren't done yet, they would never be
done. "Come here," Snape said and kissed Lupin's belly. Lovely
skin, lovely trail of soft hair to follow down and down.

"No," Lupin said and wrenched away. "Severus, the potion."

"You can take your potion later." Snape looked up at Lupin. What
was the matter?

"The *love* potion. It's still affecting you. It will only be a few
minutes longer, I think."

Snape thought he could vaguely recall something about a love
potion. But what did that have to do with anything? "I only need a
few minutes," he said and smiled at Lupin.

A strange look crossed Lupin's face. He stepped back further. "Ow!
The floor's all over glass." His foot was bleeding, smudging the
floor with red. Snape wanted to take the foot in his hands, lick
Lupin's wound, suck his toes.

"Let me," he said and took Lupin's ankle. Lupin sighed, but he
didn't resist. Snape pulled out the shard of glass and touched his
lips to the cut. Copper on his tongue and a heady scent of sweat
and Snape realised he had his mouth, his actual personal *mouth* on
Lupin's filthy foot.

"Good lord," he said. "The love potion."

"Sorry," Lupin said. He picked his way across the floor and looked
through a tangled heap of clothing. Snape caught a glimpse of
scratches and love bites all over his pale skin before they
disappeared behind Lupin's robes. He didn't dare look at his own
body now, just took the robes Lupin tossed him and put them on.

"Sorry doesn't even begin to come close to being adequate."

"I don't know what else to say." Lupin didn't look at Snape, which
was just fine. It would be just fine if Snape never had to look at
Lupin again as long as they both lived.

"Just leave," Snape said.

"I still need my Wolfsbane."

Fine. Just fine. Nearly the last thing Snape wanted to do was help
Remus bloody Lupin right now. But the very last thing Snape wanted
to do was explain to Dumbledore why he wouldn't. "You'll be lucky
if it hasn't spilt," he said, but the cauldron was fine. He poured
out a goblet and watched while Lupin drank it. "Now will you
leave?"

"Severus..." Lupin said. A strange look crossed his face.

"What is now?"

"I think there was a miscibility effect."

"What kind of miscibility effect?" With any luck, a fatal one.

"It's..." Lupin looked, if it were possible, even more ashamed. "I
think the love potion is re-activating."

Wand, wand, where was Snape's wand? Under the pile of clothing? On
the table? Before he could find it, Lupin was pressed up against
him, kissing him and pushing his hands inside Snape's robes. Snape
stood frozen for a moment as Lupin stroked his back and sucked at
his mouth. Then his shoulders sagged. Oh well. "At least come back
to the bedroom this time," Snape said and pulled Lupin there.

*

The next day there were sprouts for dinner. Snape left the table.
Lupin followed him.

Hermione smiled.

F I N I S

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