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A/N: This is a repost of a story I removed from this site a while ago. It has now been completed and I will upload the chapters over the next week or so.
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You don't have to move, you don't have to speak
"Severus, if you would partner with Mr Lupin," the Professor Slugohorn's jovial voice disturbed Severus from his avid note-taking in his copy of Advanced Potion Making. Glancing at the professor, Severus' could see the apology that lay written upon the man's face. It was to be expected really, the Head of Slytherin didn't want to send one of his Snakes, one of his Slugs, the boy set to become the youngest Potions Master in Britain,to spend his final year at Hogwarts next to a Gryffindor. After all, it was known throughout the school that Remus Lupin was the silent member of the quartet of bullies, who had dedicated nearly seven years to making Severus Snape's life a misery.
So with a silent sigh of resignation, the tall Slytherin stalked towards the desk where the Gryffindor boy was already seated and sank onto the stool beside the other teen. He resisted the urge to push his seat to the furthest edge of the desk, and instead began to methodically prepare his area - ensuring that his pristine, pewter cauldron was exactly fifteen centimetres from the table-edge, and his bunsen sat directly below the centre of the cauldron.
Professor Slughorn then spent the next few minutes assigning a Slytherin student to their Gryffindor counterpart, giving (as he had done for Severus) an apologetic glance to each and every one of them. "Today we will brew the Elixir to Induce Euphoria. I will be observing your practical skills for this potion, and you will be given a theory test next lesson. The instructions are on the board, now begin!"
Casting a withering look at the Gryffindor, who was still fumbling with his robes, Severus swiftly rose from his seat to collect the ingredients needed for the potion. He had already brewed this potion to perfection the year previously when practicing for his Potions apprenticeship, so was confident that any issues with the potion would not be his fault. It wasn't a particularly difficult potion; however, it had numerous colour-changes, which could potentially ruin the potion if brewed incorrectly.
Gathering the required ingredients, Severus was quite pleasantly surprised to note that his new partner wasn't a complete imbecile as he had lit the bunsen underneath a half-full cauldron of water. Placing the ingredients upon the work-bench, he quickly returned to the equipment station to retrieve two cutting-tiles and two scalpels.
"Listen well, Lupin. I know that we abhor one another, however, I would appreciate it if our relationship did not deter my brewing. So, if you would please slice the shrivelfig in half, and then dice the wormwood, I will be satisfied," Severus intoned, whilst expertly slicing the castor beans in an efficient manner.
Lupin silently consented and reached for the next few minutes passed in this quiet fashion, until Lupin broke the silence. "The water's boiling, shall I add the shrivelfig?"
Severus glanced beneath his fringe at the boy. "No, it is not needed yet," he murmured, placing his scalpel down so that he could reach for a sprig of peppermint that he had collected from the cupboard. However, when he made to place the plant in the boiling water, a hand around his wrist stopped him. "What do you think you are doing, Lupin?" his sharp tongue was dripping acid, "Unhand me this instant!"
Yet, the Gryffindor was no longer looking at what was in Severus' hand, but what marred Severus' skin instead. Following the Gryffindor's gaze, Severus scowled and pulled his sleeve further up his hand, and dropped the peppermint into the cauldron.
"Ah, an unorthodox idea Mr. Snape," Slughorn boomed, warily looking between Severus and Lupin, "However, by adding the peppermint you've counterbalanced the occasional side effects of nose-tweaking and excessive singing, quite ingenious if I say so myself!"
"Thank you, Professor," Severus answered smoothly, before leaning across the desk to grab the two halves of shrivelfig from Lupin's side of the desk and swiftly adding them to the cauldron, which caused the potion to quickly change from red to turquoise.
"I'm sorry," Lupin murmured quietly, whilst silently handing the castor beans to Severus. "I had no right to grab you like that, I just didn't know what effect peppermint would have on the potion, and I thought that you were trying to lower my grade."
Severus allowed a sneer to spread across his face. "Of course I knew what it would do. I have brewed this potion before and I am one of the youngest Potions Apprentices in recorded history. Plus, I would never jeopardise a potion just to ensure you received a Troll."
The Gryffindor didn't reply but mumbled something that Severus did not catch.
Halfway through the lesson, after several minutes of constant stirring, the potion had turned a faint orange colour. The only thing left was to add approximately 3 oz of wormwood, until the potion turned yellow. This stage was a delicate process - the precise amount of wormwood had to be added because too much would turn the potion dark-green and cause a bad case of hiccups. So, as soon as the first swirl of yellow appeared, Severus allowed a minuscule amount of wormwood to enter the liquid before swiftly stirring the potion into the correct consistency.
"Would you bottle the potion please, Lupin?" Severus asked, whilst quickly retrieving the equipment they had used. "I am going to put these away," he stated, whilst needlessly indicating the instruments in his hands.
"Severus," Lupin called when the boy returned to the desk, causing the boy in question to level a glare at the Gryffindor. "Sorry, I meant 'Snape'," he hurriedly amended, "I'm going to get the others to stop teasing you," he whispered so that only Severus could hear.
Confusion passed across Severus' face at the words, but he quickly replaced his expression with one of disdain. "And why, pray tell, would you do that? I have nothing to offer in return and I very much doubt that this isn't some prank orchestrated by Potter and Black."
Lupin hesitated. "I don't know how I can convince you that this isn't a trick," he implored, and Severus was surprised with the actual emotion which was evident in the boy's voice. "But I'll get them to stop, I mean, I would have done so sooner, but I guess that I never realised the true extent of what they did. I mean, for you to have such scars because of their stupid pranks, I'm in half a mind to give them a good thrash-"
"Stop," Severus commanded harshly, fixing his furious onyx eyes on the Gryffindor. "I do not slit my wrists, Lupin, you imbecilic moron! I am neither pathetic enough nor so maudlin to take my own life, I am no coward. If I was to die then I would go down fighting, dragging whoever was stupid enough to kill me down into the deepest depths of Hell with me."
"But then how do you explain the scars?" the Gryffindor persisted, and Severus wanted to snarl at the boy as he could see the pity in his amber eyes.
"I do not have to explain myself to you," he hissed, eye blazing with anger. "I have many scars, Lupin, and none of them are due to your insipid little gang of idiots. Now why don't you do me a favour, and leave well alone?" and a smirk stretched Severus' face at his next words. "After all, I don't ask how you obtained your scars, now do I, Wolf-boy?"
Then without further ado, Severus exited the room, leaving a speechless Gryffindor behind.