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"Um...well, I do have dreams, but there stupid...Nothing ever happens" He assured him. He found it strange that there was a secret tunnel under the whipping willow. No one in the slytherin house knew of it anyway. "But." He added clearing his throat. "You did act in a vary uncouth manner in most of them...More then usual anyway." He felt obligated to give him that much anyway.

"Well, I do think you're a pervert after this morning." He added, referring to the incident in bed. "But I guess I'm guilty of the same. You don't always wear clothes in my dreams after all." To which he added in a hushed voice. "And sometimes, you do...in the beginning."

Severus watched as Remus stomped away in anger. Even if he did want a relationship, it seemed like so much work. He didn't know anything about talking to men or women, not the way Remus wanted him to. But still, he had to try, for both there sakes. "Remus, wait!" He called after him.

"I wouldn't allow an arrogant prat like Malfoy force me to do anything." He retorted, trying to at least protect his pride(what little he had). "I came here because I wanted to spend time with you, because I liked waking up next to you." He quickly covered his mouth, finding his outburst quite unorthodox. "Ever since I met you it has made me strange. Even now I know that those dream were of my own creation, something I desired. I could have gone through life well enough without falling for you." He began breathing heavily, as though he had just been running. The speech had braught such intense emotions out of him that he felt drained, almost waitless, from confessing something he wanted hidden forever. "Even if you are a werewolf, I wanted to tie you down. I wanted to take you away from black, potter, everyone."

"Then.." He muttered, standing bolted to the ground. He didn't want to move until he had finished saying it. He had to say it himself, and prove to himself, as well as Remus, that he wanted it. "For tonight, allow me to spirit you away from the rest of that world. Allow me to be the only one you look upon."

"Good...Where are we going." He asked, pulling out his wand. He followed the other for a moment, just waiting for his answer. "And are we nearly there."

"Well then, at least we have privacy." He said, looking about the tarnished room. He raised his wand, walking to the middle of the room. moving his wand in a sweeping motion across the room, he cast a nonverbal spell. In moments the room had returned to its formal glory, and was, for once, clean. Every object in the room was fixed, and the dirt and dust was blown out the window by a strange wind. "And now we have a room. A regular honeymoon suite."

Severus wondered debated on what he should do next. Whether he tried the romantically aggressive approach by saying something like "Of coarse. But I think I'll have my fill of you first." Then tackle him. Or perhaps some thing not so aggressive, yet still foreword like saying "Rather then butterbeer, or beef. The taste of your lips, sounds so much sweeter." Then kiss him. However in the end all he could say was "I think the three broomsticks might turn us in at this hour. We should try the hogs head."