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"You are a pervert, you always are." He remarked, giving a loud yawn, and a stretch. "That's why these dreams are so troublesome. I have to study..." His head began bobbing back and forth as he struggled to stay awake, if you could call it that anyway. "You, took my butter beer last time...Stupid unicorns." He repeated before his head finally fell back. through all his mutterings he somehow managed to grab hold of Lupin's robes which, even as he slept, he clung to dearly.

Severus seemed completely out of it, vulnerable, something he hadn't being. It was this vulnerability that made him prone to being teased, and tortured by potter and his friends. He began to toss in his sleep, as his dreams became dark and filled with fog and gnashing teeth. He was running, running as fast as he could. But then, for no reason, he felt warmth, and all was quiet. He felt safe, for the first time in ages, as he lost himself in this familiar warmth.

Before they knew it, it was morning. And, despite the night he had, Severus awoke feeling rested and refreshed. Severus felt unnaturally warm, and someone had left a window open. It took a few moments to remember, however, that they were situated in the dungeons. And therefore, there were no windows. He wasn't quite awake yet, so he didn't bother opening his eyes, but instead, felt around with his left hand. His arm felt unnaturally heavy, and when he moved his hand, he felt it rub against something soft, round, and warm.
(and let the good time commence.)

Severus instantly removed his hand, clenching it tightly. "That depends..." He said, a slight blush coming to his face. "Am I still asleep?" He prayed for the answer he knew was not right.(This time) It was just too embarrassing to think that he had just been groping a friend, who helped him to bed in his moment of weakness.

He was suddenly overcome with the single most embarrassing moment ever to be experianced by a wizard, to date.(Some years later the single most embarrassing moment would be had by a dark wizard who, while on the verge of ruling the wizarding world, was defeated by an infant.) He couldn't find voice, or his legs. He could neither speak nor move. And was frozen on the spot. He couldn't help feeling alarmed. Remus knew about his dreams, about his fantasies, and now knew his touch...which was unwarranted.

And so shone a ray of hope. Now he could return to the persona of the dark, detached, unloving, friendless, bookworm. He was saved. "And yet you crawl into my bed and use me as a pillow. Something tells me you may think differently yourself, or dose being a werewolf come without a sense of modesty." Yup, he could still diss any foo...and so he did.

Severus knew he had made a bad choice in saying such hard words, but still. It mattered little anyway. It wasn't as though he had the time to console him. He would skip bathing today, since he felt it would merely waste his time. Instead, he went straight to work. He actually had a few ideas from his search the night before, but only one that he could do quickly. He packed up some equipment, and then it was of to the greenhouses to gather supplies.

It took some hours after arriving at the greenhouses to get everything he needed. What with having to argue with the caretaker on how much he needed, while avoiding the subject of why he needed it. It wasn't like he could just come out and say that he accidentally played grab a** with a werewolf, and felt that making a means of taking the horrible taste from his wolvesbane potion was the best way to get on his good side again. Never the less, he had more then he needed, for now, and for later experiments. Now he needed to make it to the shrieking shack.