A Tribute to Remus John Lupin:
Confessions of a Werewolf

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Pairing: Remus x Sirius, Remus x Severus (Probably more of Rem an' Sevvy.)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: ._. All I'm gonna say is "Oh noes!" And...ch'yeah. Never mind. You'll just have to read it.
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"O-Okay," Remus panted, waving a brief goodbye to the others. "I'll see you later."

James and Sirius had decided to show Remus sand Peter little mercy, despite either of the latter knowing much about the game...or flying for that matter. Peter had fallen off his broom, yet luckily, James had grabbed him about ten feet before hitting the ground. Remus, on the other hand, hadn't been quite so lucky. He had somehow managed to fly into a tree, getting scrapped and bruised along the way. They had ended around five; which Remus thought couldn't have been more perfectly timed. He was supposed to meet Severus at half past the hour.

When Remus walked into the library, the librarian and a few students let out small gasps, seeing his appearance. After the so called Quidditch practice (and flying into a tree) Remus basically looked like a mess. His tie hung loosely around his neck, while his white shirt was partially unbuttoned and un-tucked. A scratch on his cheek hadn't stopped bleeding, leaving thin streams of blood down to his jaw line in its wake. His hair was a windblown mess, complete with a few leaves and twigs. A laugh was the only reply the onlookers received, as Remus went on his way, towards the back of the library.

One look around the area told him he was early, so he plopped himself down in his usual armchair. He hung his legs over one arm, using the other to prop his upper body up. Only a few minutes had passed when Lupin finally spotted Severus.

And apparently Snape had finally looked up to see Remus, because he dropped his books and gasped. "Merlin, Remus! What the hell happened to you??" A few quick strides had him next to Remus, and he then pulled the younger to his feet. "Are you alright??"

Remus nodded, smiling. "Of course I'm alright; I just flew into a tree, that's all."

"You few into a tree?"

"Don't look so worried, Severus...it's okay. I'm still alive aren't I? I may be a genius when it comes to magic, but flying a broom? I'm clueless."

"You were flying? On a broom?"

Remus nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Yes, James and Sirius keep insisting it's something I have to learn."

Severus frowned, pulling a leaf out of the mop of honey colored hair before him. "But why? It's dangerous, Remus. I mean, look at you." He used his thumb to wipe the small rivulets of blood off of his cheek before pulling another twig out of his hair.

Frowning, Lupin wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. "I'm fine. Severus, please don't be so worried. Sirius won't let anything bad happen to me." Remus had spoke before he had thought; quickly regretting the words he had just uttered.

The frown became a scowl and Snape's fists clenched. "It's always about Sirius, isn't it? Merlin, Remus! What the hell do you see in him anyways? Do you really believe he can protect you all the time?!"

Golden eyes fell to the floor as he mumbled out some small, inaudible reply. What was he supposed to say? He saw everything in Sirius; his flaws, his strengths, his one-of-a-kind personality. And he loved all of it. Yet, there was no way he could tell Severus this, or anyone— especially Sirius, for that matter.

However, while the shorter boy was lost in his thoughts, they were interrupted by lips crushing into his own. Remus found himself looking up at Severus, who had also taken his face in his hands. When the other pulled away, Lupin was left flustered, blushing, and breathless.

"Now," Severus whispered, his face only inches from Lupin's. "Tell me that meant something to you..."

Still flustered, Remus blinked, eyes darting across the other's face, looking for some trace of sincerity. But, being caught in the rush of the moment, he leaned forward, sending his lips right back at Severus'. His fingers grasped just below the collar of Snape's shirt, trying to bring him closer. A shiver coursed through Remus' body as he felt Severus' tongue slip into his mouth, connecting with his own.

The next thing he knew his body was colliding with the bookshelf behind him. A small moan parted his lips, allowing himself a chance to draw breath before Severus once again smothered his face with kisses. Remus gasped as he felt a hand snaking up, under his shirt, towards his chest, fingertips tracing lightly over the pale scars. "S-Severus..." He whispered, placing a hand on the other's torso, part of him wishing for him to continue. "We...we c-can't..."

"Why not?" Snape asked, smirking as he felt Remus shudder under his touch. His lips brushed Lupin's neck, trailing up to his jaw line. "You like it..." He whispered, gently kissing the bruised lips.

Remus' face was a magnificent shade of red, knowing Severus was completely right. He did like this. As wrong as it might have been, Remus loved this.

Another groan parted his lips, as Severus began grinding his hips into his own, Remus in response arched his back, pushing his body farther into that of his Slytherin counterpart. This seemed to please Severus just as much as it had Remus because Snape let out a low moan, sending chills up the younger boy's spine.

But something had caught his eye. Something that Remus automatically regretted seeing. Golden eyes widened, his expression becoming nearly blank.

"S-Sirius..."

Snape raised his head, turning to look at Remus, following his gaze to a stark white Sirius Black. He remained where he was, however, jade eyes narrowing into a glare. Now that Remus was his, Snape had no intention of returning him. His gaze was only broken when he felt the smaller boy quaking against him.

"I'm going to fucking kill you..." Sirius said in a low growl, taking a step towards the two. There was definitely a storm brewing in the now hateful eyes, which were locked on Snape.

Before either of the two had a chance to draw their wands, Remus stepped between them. His face was unreadable, but his golden eyes were pleading for forgiveness. "Sirius, please...leave him alone..."

Turning his glare towards Remus, his face changed, looking hurt, yet his voice remained angry. "Why, Remus?! Do you even remember what you told me this morning?! Or do you just enjoy going behind peoples' backs and lying to them?!"

"N-No...it's just, I—"

Remus was cut off by a stream of orange whizzing past him, hitting Sirius square in the chest, sending him straight back into another bookshelf. He had let out a yelp as he had hit it, falling to the floor with a dull thud. "Sirius!" Remus cried out, watching in despair; he then wheeled around, glaring at Severus. "What did you do?! Why did you do that?!"

Not a word escaped Snape's lips as he turned his head, trying to avoid Remus' gaze.

Turning around once more, Remus strode over to Sirius who was grimacing, one of his hands held to his head. "S-Sirius...what's wrong? Are you alright?" He had knelt down, tenderly running a hand over part of Sirius' forehead.

"Don't touch me, Lupin." Sirius spat, slapping away the other's hand. In a mere moment, wand was in his hand, pointed at Snape. "Stupefy!"

Cringing and shutting his eyes, Moony tried to not hear the thud of Severus hitting the ground. He knew well enough, any of Sirius' spells were enough to knock some one unconscious if he was angry enough. Why couldn't he just stop this? Yet, somewhere deep down, he already knew the answer; he never wanted to lose his friends, and would never get in their way to keep them. Quietly, Remus stood, turning his back towards Snape, pulling his wand from his robes, whispering "Rennervate." He reached the Slytherin boy as he was sitting up, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm so sorry..." Moony said softly, extending Severus his hand.

Severus took it, standing mostly on his own. He shot a glare at Sirius before turning back to Remus. "I've told you, you have no need to apologize to me..." Almost lovingly, he brushed some of the honey colored hair out of the shorter boy's eyes, giving a soft smile. "Are you alright?"

Nodding, golden eyes fell to the floor, silently cursing himself for being so careless.

The next thing either of them knew, Sirius' fist was heading straight for Severus' face.

"No!"

Fist collided with flesh, Sirius hitting the other square in the jaw. But it wasn't who he had meant to hit. Remus was sent toppling back into Snape, who immediately instinctively wrapped his arms him, before the two of them hit up against the book shelf.

Remorse flashed across gray eyes before he once more gained his spiteful expression. "Whatever, Lupin." He spat, before turning around, wanting to get out of the library as quickly as he could. When he had exited, his shoulders drooped as he slumped up against a wall. 'Oh my god...I just...I just—...' He looked at his fist, watching his knuckles turn a deeper shade of pink. 'Oh, Merlin...Moony...why?' He shoved off the wall, biting down on his lip, out of pure frustration. Sirius scowled as he felt the coppery taste of blood seep into his mouth. Having lost most of his self control, he balled up his fist, punching the stone wall in front of him. "Damn it!!"

"Remus, please...are you alright? Let me see your jaw..."

The Gryffindor was still locked in Severus' embrace, shaking his head, his face buried in the other's chest. Remus was still in disbelief...Sirius must hate him. 'Oh, God...what have I done?' He thought, finally looking up into concerned, jade green eyes. Moony watched as Snape's expression chanced, he was frowning, his fingers gliding over the bruised, swollen jaw that he had been kissing only minutes before; kisses that Remus had more than glad to receive. What was the boy to do? Perhaps, there was a small flicker of hope in Severus after all. Remus' hand reached up, brushing Severus' cheek lightly. "Please don't frown. I will be okay." Trying to smile, he tip-toed up, kissing the corner of Snape's lips.

This, of course, brought a smile to pale lips, which then kissed the shorter boy's forehead. "You, are my hero. Now, I'll clean up things around here, you should go get the nurse to go have your jaw looked at." He said, finally releasing the smaller boy from his grasp.

"A-Alright..." Sure, he would go, but to the infirmary? No. In his mind, he didn't deserve to have this healed with magic. This was how Sirius had felt; this was what he had done. Remus gave a weak smile as he turned to leave. 'I deserved it...'

—The Next Day—

Seeing Remus' swollen jaw the next morning was almost enough to drive Sirius mad. Why hadn't he gone to the nurse to get it fixed? Padfoot had spent the entire morning glaring down at his knuckles' torn skin. How on earth could he have done that to Remus? He knew how hard he could hit...he had heard how hard he had hit. That sickening crack had kept him up all night; nothing but the same repeated scene of Remus moving in front of Snape, then the crack of his jaw. Needless to say, it had been a long night for Sirius Black. 'And it's all Snivellus' fault...' He thought once more biting down on his lip.

Finally, around lunch, James finally broke into Padfoot's silence. "Good God, man! Are you still alive?" James knocked on Sirius' head before shaking him. "Are we still going to the Shrieking Shack tonight? You haven't said a word to Moony all morning..."

"Hmm? Oh..." That was when the idea hit him. A broad, malicious grin spread across his lips as he looked up at James. "Of course we're going. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

—Elsewhere—

"Huh? What's this...?" Severus whispered softly, looking down at the not that had flown over to him. "'Want to know Remus' Secret?' What is this?" Jade green eyes finished scanning the paper; at last he looked up with a sense of resolve.

—Later—

"Remus..." Peter asked, looking towards the boy. "Are you ready? It's almost time..."

A sigh was the first reply Pettigrew received, and the sound of the dull thud of Remus' head hitting the wooden wall behind him. "Do I have a choice?" He didn't need Peter to tell him that it was almost time; he could feel it. The sick feeling he always got before the Full Moon had set in some time the night before, leaving him tossing and turning until morning.

Sirius grinned to himself before turning back to Moony. The first part of the transformation had always got to him. Hearing Remus yell out in pain...he wished there was some way he could he help him shoulder it.

"Nnn-ahhh!" Remus grimaced as the transformation had grabbed hold of him. Golden eyes misted over with pain, he still saw the same thing; just like every month. All of his friends turning away, cringing to the sound of his flesh ripping and tearing. But this time, as his consciousness was slowly beginning to slip, something else caught his eye. "Severus! Gaaah! G-Get—ahhhhh! O-Out!" He begged through gritted teeth. 'No...not again...please, God...not him too...'

This was Remus' last conscious thought before once more turning into a blood thirsty beast.

"Snape?! Damn it, move!" James shouted, knocking over the stool he had been sitting on when he had stood.

But the warning had come late; a massive claw came slashing down across Severus' chest, sending him to the floor with a sickening flood.

Sirius sat, glued to the spot, watching the horrible scene unfold before him. Was this really worth doing? "Damn..." He whispered, now coming to help James move all of them out of the Shrieking Shack. 'Oh, God, Remus...I'm sorry.'

—A Few Days Later—

Walking into potions the that morning only seemed to irritate Remus, despite his calm façade. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but there was something definitely wrong. It had only occurred to him, half way through brewing the potion he was working on, that he should probably go apologize to Severus for what had happened in the library. He smiled to himself, already knowing how the Slytherin would react. He'd get this frustrated look on his face, before saying something like "Haven't you got it through your head yet?! Stop apologizing! You don't need to!" After finishing stirring the potion twice clockwise, Remus looked up, glancing around for his friend.

But Severus Snape was no where to be seen.

His face blanched, immediately looking at Sirius. Shakily, he took a step forward, catching Sirius' attention. "W-Where's Severus...?"

The others Marauders looked between the two, almost as if they were too afraid to say anything.

After a moment of not receiving an answer, Lupin took another step forward. "Where is he?"

To this, Sirius glanced away. There was no way he could tell him what had happened the night before. He probably could tell him, but that would lead to Remus finding about that it had been his idea to lead Snape blindly to the Shrieking Shack.

"Look at me!" Remus shouted shakily, pointing his wand at Sirius' throat. "What did you do to him?!"

Stormy gray eyes narrowed on the tip of the wand before looking down the shaft into furious golden eyes. "I didn't do anything to him," he said, sounding surprisingly calm.

"Don't lie to me, Sirius! Where is he?!"

"I'm not lying! He's in the hospital wing after what you did to him!" Sirius replied in a hushed whisper, immediately regretting his choice of words. He watched stunned as Remus staggered backwards, his chest heaving in and out in alarm.

Lupin's eyebrows were knitted together, his expression completely dismal. "Oh God...n-no...did I?" He asked aloud, more directed at himself than to Sirius. He staggered back once more, stumbling into a table. "No...n-not again!" Without a moment's hesitation, Remus had burst out of the dungeon doors, not wanting to be anywhere else but next to Severus.